[Eun takes in the kitchen with wide eyes, and perhaps already with an interest for what she might be able to accomplish in such a place. Her kitchen works well for her baking and cooking, minor projects, but the possibilities, the opportunity she could have to do something more for the pack that's taken her in certainly intrigues her.
She sits where she's lead, attention temporarily taken by the details of the room, letting Asil free his hand to fetch them glasses and wine. Glancing over, she notes the red wine pouring from the mouth of the bottle, and finds she's glad for the choice. White wine has never felt warm to her somehow, and it doesn't feel right at the moment.
Her gaze lifts to Asil's face as he speaks again, and she looks away, not entirely certain of what to say. She feels terribly off-balance and is beginning to hate that enough to try and work through it.]
I told you that I'd forgive you if you came tonight, if you didn't change your mind. I can't really say that I've forgiven you if I'm still upset, can I? [She's more glad that he came than she is angry at his avoiding her. But seeing him now, discussing it, there's a point she just can't let go.] Someone might say that I didn't have a right to be upset in the first place, in light of the reasons you offered and the fact that we'd only shared a single conversation. You didn't owe me anything, Asil, and still don't.
[A fact she'd only realized after she'd had more time to mull things over. Whatever kinship she might have felt at that first meeting didn't entitle her to anything, or commit Asil to a schedule.]
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She sits where she's lead, attention temporarily taken by the details of the room, letting Asil free his hand to fetch them glasses and wine. Glancing over, she notes the red wine pouring from the mouth of the bottle, and finds she's glad for the choice. White wine has never felt warm to her somehow, and it doesn't feel right at the moment.
Her gaze lifts to Asil's face as he speaks again, and she looks away, not entirely certain of what to say. She feels terribly off-balance and is beginning to hate that enough to try and work through it.]
I told you that I'd forgive you if you came tonight, if you didn't change your mind. I can't really say that I've forgiven you if I'm still upset, can I? [She's more glad that he came than she is angry at his avoiding her. But seeing him now, discussing it, there's a point she just can't let go.] Someone might say that I didn't have a right to be upset in the first place, in light of the reasons you offered and the fact that we'd only shared a single conversation. You didn't owe me anything, Asil, and still don't.
[A fact she'd only realized after she'd had more time to mull things over. Whatever kinship she might have felt at that first meeting didn't entitle her to anything, or commit Asil to a schedule.]