Those little vacuum-robots? [ not exactly the assistance she would expect, even in jest, but it wasn't like she knew much about his day-to-day existence, anyway. her predictions could only bear so much weight without something to support them.
when she reaches for the closer of the two mugs, a keen eye might notice something missing—the heavy golden bracelet, a constant an accessory to her appearance (though less ostentatious as her eye patch), is absent from her narrow wrist.
but for as much comment as her appearance invites, she doesn't volunteer answers—not even when she catches when and where his eyes focus, the way thought pulls at his face in silence. ]
You won't take them with you, to Earth?
[ or is it returning to his own world, and his own time, where he assumes he'll be able to miss anything? ]
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when she reaches for the closer of the two mugs, a keen eye might notice something missing—the heavy golden bracelet, a constant an accessory to her appearance (though less ostentatious as her eye patch), is absent from her narrow wrist.
but for as much comment as her appearance invites, she doesn't volunteer answers—not even when she catches when and where his eyes focus, the way thought pulls at his face in silence. ]
You won't take them with you, to Earth?
[ or is it returning to his own world, and his own time, where he assumes he'll be able to miss anything? ]