[Ruth makes a little noise, thoughtful, at his answer. If he doesn't mind--if he's feeling earnest--that's far better than the alternative.
She thinks over the experiences she's had here. They haven't been nearly as meaningful as his, from what he says--but maybe there were pieces she missed. Too sick to notice, too cut off to see.]
I...pardon. I might be able. [At home, it wouldn't be a question. But here, the world around them might have something to say about being prodded. It hasn't liked her looking at it, let alone trying to find a way inside.] It might...hm. Yes. No. Might make me sick.
[But there's nothing in her tone that says that's a dealbreaker.]
bad news, ruth still faces forward, lmao
She thinks over the experiences she's had here. They haven't been nearly as meaningful as his, from what he says--but maybe there were pieces she missed. Too sick to notice, too cut off to see.]
I...pardon. I might be able. [At home, it wouldn't be a question. But here, the world around them might have something to say about being prodded. It hasn't liked her looking at it, let alone trying to find a way inside.] It might...hm. Yes. No. Might make me sick.
[But there's nothing in her tone that says that's a dealbreaker.]