The reassurance helped, her closed eyes less scrunched up and her shoulder losing some of their tension. She sighs, as if the relief is tangible to her, even lost as she really is in something like sleep.
It made her answer looser, something helpful in protecting her, redirecting concern away from the aches and pains and scary things that curled in tight at the back of her mind.
Make sure Caesar eats something like real food, will you? If he's still around. Hospital food really hasn't gotten better in the last few thousand years.
An undercurrent of warmth, concern, and amusement is all tangled up in what she thinks; along with a series of images of Caesar, the cafeteria, and cafeterias of years past. There's also reassurance past what Nate's been providing -- with connotations tying it to Caesar and to Drift, her silent, watchful robotic companion.
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It made her answer looser, something helpful in protecting her, redirecting concern away from the aches and pains and scary things that curled in tight at the back of her mind.
Make sure Caesar eats something like real food, will you? If he's still around. Hospital food really hasn't gotten better in the last few thousand years.
An undercurrent of warmth, concern, and amusement is all tangled up in what she thinks; along with a series of images of Caesar, the cafeteria, and cafeterias of years past. There's also reassurance past what Nate's been providing -- with connotations tying it to Caesar and to Drift, her silent, watchful robotic companion.