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a contained shrug , though van’s laugh——as dry as it was——manages to put her at ease . “ it’s okay , we don’t have to . i wouldn’t know what to say . ” it’s hard to put thoughts into words when they’re compressed so tightly *
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" yeah, i do ." van nodded as the corner of her mouth tugged into the faintest of smiles; 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 days were plentiful lately. " me? well, given the circumstances i guess i'm okay. i mean, we're doing alright on food so far and no —
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“ i am , yes . ” she picks at the food , trying for once to appear nonchalant in the presence of a meal . “ just one of those days , you know ? ” a look sideways towards the redhead , and then——— “ are you ? ”
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she wasn't sure whether to leave lottie alone or offer some company. but as she patted at empty space next to her, van lowered herself to the ground, arms draped over her knees.
" you alright? you haven't left your hut all day. "
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how kind of her . she’s starving , but leaving the ‘comfort’ of her hut feels sickening . “ thank you , palmer . ” half—smile , a little pat to the empty ground beside her . “ sit with me . ”
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