Jack found it hard to believe Reinette. It wasn't that he expected she was anything less but truthful, but he couldn't see it himself. He could only imagine how he looked, and conceive of how bad he smelled. Surely he could see the parts of his body in the dirty water and the way in which she had to tend to him. It was unpleasant by every manner of the word.
It had to change her opinion of him. How could it not?
He didn't reply to her words, he merely ducked his head a little. Best for that than to lie, and he had no strength for that right now. And more than that, she deserved not to be lied to.
Her room, she said, and a large part of him wanted to protest. Where would she sleep? He could take a cupboard, it would surely be better than where he'd been. But no, a bed would be good, and truly he needed it. So he simply nodded.
"Yes," he said quietly, allowing her to continue, despite (and perhaps because of) the condition which he was in.
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Date: 2010-03-22 06:11 am (UTC)It had to change her opinion of him. How could it not?
He didn't reply to her words, he merely ducked his head a little. Best for that than to lie, and he had no strength for that right now. And more than that, she deserved not to be lied to.
Her room, she said, and a large part of him wanted to protest. Where would she sleep? He could take a cupboard, it would surely be better than where he'd been. But no, a bed would be good, and truly he needed it. So he simply nodded.
"Yes," he said quietly, allowing her to continue, despite (and perhaps because of) the condition which he was in.