She hadn't forgotten the nightmare - how could she? - but she hadn't realized it was his. He saw her. He saw what she did. He saw what she is. She's explained it to him, but that's not the same as him really knowing what a hungry child is capable of. A couple weeks ago, she would have called it a good thing - better for him to know just what he's dealing with - but now, the knowledge that he's seen what she's like when she lets the hunger out makes her curl in on herself.
"I…" she's coming down, shuddering as she tries to suppress the part of her that wants to find something warm and living and tear it to pieces. It's hard to speak, to make her jaw do human things. "Not safe," she manages to gasp out. "Yet." Ever.
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She hadn't forgotten the nightmare - how could she? - but she hadn't realized it was his. He saw her. He saw what she did. He saw what she is. She's explained it to him, but that's not the same as him really knowing what a hungry child is capable of. A couple weeks ago, she would have called it a good thing - better for him to know just what he's dealing with - but now, the knowledge that he's seen what she's like when she lets the hunger out makes her curl in on herself.
"I…" she's coming down, shuddering as she tries to suppress the part of her that wants to find something warm and living and tear it to pieces. It's hard to speak, to make her jaw do human things. "Not safe," she manages to gasp out. "Yet." Ever.