[ The thought makes her smile; he could be her seeing-eye Nate, always on her left to guide her and make sure she doesn't misstep. It's a nice thought, Elena's lost count of how many times she's bumped into a table edge or taken a corner too sharp or too soon. Imagine how silly she looks.
Following after him, ready to sit and possibly get a one-shoulder massage out of this visit, she slows to a stop just steps behind him when she realises he's stopped. What is he looking at? Her bed? Maybe he was getting a little too hopeful, but then he turns and she sees the look on his face. ]
What is it...? [ That's a careful question, her one eye searching his expression. Something's not right... ] What's wrong?
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Following after him, ready to sit and possibly get a one-shoulder massage out of this visit, she slows to a stop just steps behind him when she realises he's stopped. What is he looking at? Her bed? Maybe he was getting a little too hopeful, but then he turns and she sees the look on his face. ]
What is it...? [ That's a careful question, her one eye searching his expression. Something's not right... ] What's wrong?