[His comment makes her laugh, quietly and softly, practically a gurgle mixed in with the tears. It's embarrassing, but Maelle's not one to care about something like that. Not right now.]
Scary's definitely one way to put it.
[Her voice a notch louder than a whisper, only wanting him and no one else ro hear. She doesn't know for how long she holds onto him, but her sobbing slowly subsides, turning to audible deep breaths before stopping completely, her thrumming nerves, finally calming. Taking a hesitant step backwards, she brings her the heel of her palm against her eyes, brushing away as much evidence of her tears as she is able.
Looking back at Gustave, she smiles, small but sincere.]
You look like a mess.
[It's not as if she's one to talk, and she knows it. But it's that familiar banter that she needs right now as she slowly takes all of this in.]
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Scary's definitely one way to put it.
[Her voice a notch louder than a whisper, only wanting him and no one else ro hear. She doesn't know for how long she holds onto him, but her sobbing slowly subsides, turning to audible deep breaths before stopping completely, her thrumming nerves, finally calming. Taking a hesitant step backwards, she brings her the heel of her palm against her eyes, brushing away as much evidence of her tears as she is able.
Looking back at Gustave, she smiles, small but sincere.]
You look like a mess.
[It's not as if she's one to talk, and she knows it. But it's that familiar banter that she needs right now as she slowly takes all of this in.]