[At least he gets the general idea. She's not expecting to do much to help-- there's pretty much no way to help a situation like this. But the way she figures, she can be there, and maybe that'll be enough.
Even though this situation is terrible, and should never have happened, Nill is a little grateful for Stanley. Because of experiences in her own world and in the Port, there was always this divide in her mind; the people who were there first, and the people who came after, whether they wanted to or not. One group was always treated horribly, and because of that she'd judged the Exiles in much the same way as she had Natives, or some of the people in her own world.
She's a little ashamed of how long it took her to realize just how awful that was.
Stan's not up to talking though, and trying to say thank you now - or ever - would probably just worsen his opinion of her further. So instead she lifts her hand from his, and reaches into a pocket of her jacket to pull out a hair ribbon. Then she reaches over and picks up a paper flower, and kind of wraps the ribbon on it like a bow, before setting it down again. It's not a very nice color for the occasion, but it's all she has. One thing that she recalls of funerals involves placing flowers on caskets, and it's all she has to offer.]
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Even though this situation is terrible, and should never have happened, Nill is a little grateful for Stanley. Because of experiences in her own world and in the Port, there was always this divide in her mind; the people who were there first, and the people who came after, whether they wanted to or not. One group was always treated horribly, and because of that she'd judged the Exiles in much the same way as she had Natives, or some of the people in her own world.
She's a little ashamed of how long it took her to realize just how awful that was.
Stan's not up to talking though, and trying to say thank you now - or ever - would probably just worsen his opinion of her further. So instead she lifts her hand from his, and reaches into a pocket of her jacket to pull out a hair ribbon. Then she reaches over and picks up a paper flower, and kind of wraps the ribbon on it like a bow, before setting it down again. It's not a very nice color for the occasion, but it's all she has. One thing that she recalls of funerals involves placing flowers on caskets, and it's all she has to offer.]