Gilded Bay It is the bringing of the line

she finds herself genuinely considering his words, to her own surprise; it's not often she finds someone she doesn't think is completely full of shit. she'd never say that out loud of course — the sentiment or the curse. but before she can put much thought into what he's said, he surprises her again. this time it strikes her much harder. she blinks, face heating up, and finds tears suddenly spilling past her eyelids. embarrassed, she turns her face away slightly and rubs her face with her foreleg. the tears don't stop.
i um, she swallows, hating that her tears are obvious even in her voice. i don't live anywhere anymore. her voice breaks. she still can't look at him. i only have my brother — everyone at my old home is dead or gone and... and i don't even know if that's a bad thing. her last words are punctuated by a quiet sob, and she sucks in a breath, hating herself for being so weak. sorry, i — do you mean it? could my brother come too? she glances back to him now, still trying not to show too much of her stupid crying face. she's not sure why she suddenly trusts him so much — maybe because his kindness hadn't been so readily offered. it's more genuine, she thinks. she hopes.