[ She's sitting cross-legged, just separated enough from the mealtime din that she's on her lonesome but not far enough one might consider her willfully anti-social, Ellie's right knee wiggles with a restless energy as she spaces out at the crackling fire one evening. The fingernail of her thumb is worn from being chewed, and her bruised face is twisted up in a frown that betrays a great deal about How Things Are Going, thus far. She's good as wearing her heart on her proverbial sleeve, not bothering to hide her irritation and displeasure at their... situation. It fucking sucks, basically? She hates it.
Hers is the expression quite a few wear around here. It's nothing special.
Distracted as she is, she almost misses the good Father's approach -- or maybe she figured he was on his way elsewhere, because she stirs from her too-intense contemplation of the fire by the sound of his voice. Ellie leans back as if stirred from a daydream and straightens her spine some, the severity on her face easing a bit; she eyes over his offering of rations as what he'd said sinks in. Can't deny she's suspicious, skeptical, maybe, but she's seen him at this before. No one's dropped dead, yet. ]
You sure you want them seeing you making nice with someone in time out? [ Ellie gestures with her thumb over her shoulder where a pair of their ever-watchful guard lingers beyond the collection of white-clad 'guests.' ] Not sure it'll make you any friends.
[ Pretty sure they're going to end up bled dry or sacrificed with some goats or some shit anyway, but you know. It's the thought that counts. ]
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Hers is the expression quite a few wear around here. It's nothing special.
Distracted as she is, she almost misses the good Father's approach -- or maybe she figured he was on his way elsewhere, because she stirs from her too-intense contemplation of the fire by the sound of his voice. Ellie leans back as if stirred from a daydream and straightens her spine some, the severity on her face easing a bit; she eyes over his offering of rations as what he'd said sinks in. Can't deny she's suspicious, skeptical, maybe, but she's seen him at this before. No one's dropped dead, yet. ]
You sure you want them seeing you making nice with someone in time out? [ Ellie gestures with her thumb over her shoulder where a pair of their ever-watchful guard lingers beyond the collection of white-clad 'guests.' ] Not sure it'll make you any friends.
[ Pretty sure they're going to end up bled dry or sacrificed with some goats or some shit anyway, but you know. It's the thought that counts. ]