[ Choice is a completely foreign concept to her right now. He may as well be presenting her with the choice to get dropped into either the Sahara or Siberia.
Her gaze falls to the bread on his pack, feeling that she should take it but not that she could keep it down; her mouth is too dry and her throat too tight. Instead, she goes back to watching Hiccup around the edge of her hood as he settles on the ground nearby, absorbing his every move. He seems sincere, painfully so. It doesn't match up at all, the emotion he's putting into his approach next to her numb reticence. ]
... Alright. I'll listen.
[ She feels like she owes him that... even if she didn't ask him for anything in the first place. She really should be listening for her own sake, but the reality is that this seems far more important to him than her. ]
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Her gaze falls to the bread on his pack, feeling that she should take it but not that she could keep it down; her mouth is too dry and her throat too tight. Instead, she goes back to watching Hiccup around the edge of her hood as he settles on the ground nearby, absorbing his every move. He seems sincere, painfully so. It doesn't match up at all, the emotion he's putting into his approach next to her numb reticence. ]
... Alright. I'll listen.
[ She feels like she owes him that... even if she didn't ask him for anything in the first place. She really should be listening for her own sake, but the reality is that this seems far more important to him than her. ]