[ in her shoes, he likely would have found it just as deplorable to even for an instant show how he really felt. he was downright monstrous to his men after he'd lost Milah, as if he tore them apart would make him ache a little less. they couldn't pity him or make it real by offering sympathies and condolences if he turned cold and cruel. clearly that worked out for him so well, but he understands that she might want distance.
the thanks is likely falling back into manners again and he nods in return, not feeling a need to respond when it doesn't mean anything. he might be wrong yet he's gotten a few drop ins when he was searching his own room, so it isn't impossible. if it'll ease her a bit, then it's easy advice to give.
her inquiry does surprise him, though. he looks confused, though he shakes it quickly. he really can't imagine what she wants it for, yet there's little good in hiding it or spurning the question. it's a tight space and there's not any way to keep it secret and really, what does it matter? there's naught in his room that he would care about losing. everything that has ever mattered to him is already gone or on his person. ] Two hundred and seven, a few doors down.
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the thanks is likely falling back into manners again and he nods in return, not feeling a need to respond when it doesn't mean anything. he might be wrong yet he's gotten a few drop ins when he was searching his own room, so it isn't impossible. if it'll ease her a bit, then it's easy advice to give.
her inquiry does surprise him, though. he looks confused, though he shakes it quickly. he really can't imagine what she wants it for, yet there's little good in hiding it or spurning the question. it's a tight space and there's not any way to keep it secret and really, what does it matter? there's naught in his room that he would care about losing. everything that has ever mattered to him is already gone or on his person. ] Two hundred and seven, a few doors down.