[It doesn't feel like coddling or any sort of special priority, which is a strangeness in and of itself, but a pleasant one. There's none of the straightening of her spine or setting of her shoulders or hardening of her usually-easy smile that came at the beginning of her first talk with Alfyn, where she went in defensive and insistent. But Alfyn hasn't doubted her, and she's kept up with the work, and so she stays settled comfortably on her crutches, her smile lazy and casual.
Still, she shifts, and she hands the jar back to him.]
Eh, let the others get dibs. I'll take the leftovers, or else just let you know when I'm gettin' achy, yeah?
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Still, she shifts, and she hands the jar back to him.]
Eh, let the others get dibs. I'll take the leftovers, or else just let you know when I'm gettin' achy, yeah?