There was something so delightfully academic (which was weird, considering the word rarely occurs to her) to have people be debating the motivation and accountability of Humperdink in his pursuit of Buttercup as the wife his realm needed, and perhaps deserved. Really, the debate was moot: romantic or not (so not), of political value or not (kind of), it'd happened, and the story would only move on from there.
Lavi's hand is a sweet gesture. Collette gave him a small smile, restraining the urge to reassure that she was fine. They both knew how she was doing, just like she knew (generally) how Lavi was doing, or how Caesar was as a matter of course.
Drift was the only one who couldn't get ill, and so she saved on worrying about him.
"How about we watch and see what the answer is to both of those? Where the romance is, and why the faulty politics?" She didn't remember specifics, but Humperdink was using Buttercup just to be able to kill her, and her having no connections in the world made it a tragedy rather than a liability and investigation. Wesley and Buttercup got to have their very tumultuous ups-and-downs attempt at a love that hadn't died.
You know, right after Buttercup managed to get kidnapped, and pushed the Dread Pirate down a hillside into a valley. Asssss yooooooou wiiiiiiiiiish!
"Do we have water? Water'd be nice." She couldn't remember if they still had the cups of it or not, giving Caesar a momentarily confused look as she tried to recall. The confusion moves aside for a small smile, this one meant to be close to reassuring. "Thanks, Caesar." For a lot more than asking if she wanted water, and for having uprooted himself to test out the hospital decor as nap-capable perches ever since he'd shown up and she'd been crocodile morphing and scaring her nurses away.
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Lavi's hand is a sweet gesture. Collette gave him a small smile, restraining the urge to reassure that she was fine. They both knew how she was doing, just like she knew (generally) how Lavi was doing, or how Caesar was as a matter of course.
Drift was the only one who couldn't get ill, and so she saved on worrying about him.
"How about we watch and see what the answer is to both of those? Where the romance is, and why the faulty politics?" She didn't remember specifics, but Humperdink was using Buttercup just to be able to kill her, and her having no connections in the world made it a tragedy rather than a liability and investigation. Wesley and Buttercup got to have their very tumultuous ups-and-downs attempt at a love that hadn't died.
You know, right after Buttercup managed to get kidnapped, and pushed the Dread Pirate down a hillside into a valley. Asssss yooooooou wiiiiiiiiiish!
"Do we have water? Water'd be nice." She couldn't remember if they still had the cups of it or not, giving Caesar a momentarily confused look as she tried to recall. The confusion moves aside for a small smile, this one meant to be close to reassuring. "Thanks, Caesar." For a lot more than asking if she wanted water, and for having uprooted himself to test out the hospital decor as nap-capable perches ever since he'd shown up and she'd been crocodile morphing and scaring her nurses away.