As she shuts the door behind Amelia, giving the rogue a chance to take everything in, she can't help but feel a little nervous. This has been her and Caspar's space for so long that it feels strange inviting someone else inside. She knows Amelia won't judge, but it doesn't stop her from twisting at the ends of her scarf a little when she turns to look at her.
Her friend's expression relaxes her immediately. It is intimate, isn't it? She's grateful that Amelia understands and respects that. "I'm glad you're here," she tells her, taking her hand briefly and giving it a squeeze.
Caspar looks up from the fire, his expression hard to read. He doesn't seem to have a problem with Amelia being here, but there's something a little like guilt lurking in his hazel eyes. If only Ellen hadn't shown up, things would be so much different now...
He stands up and sets aside the poker. The fire is good and strong now, and keeps the cabin at a comfortable temperature. "It's no five-star hotel, but we have lights and running water," he comments while dusting off his hands.
The cat pokes her head up at the sound of voices and fixes her golden eyes on Amelia. She stretches and pads over. "Mew?" she asks, pawing at a buckle on Amelia's boot. Is it time for pettings?
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Date: 2019-02-08 02:33 pm (UTC)Her friend's expression relaxes her immediately. It is intimate, isn't it? She's grateful that Amelia understands and respects that. "I'm glad you're here," she tells her, taking her hand briefly and giving it a squeeze.
Caspar looks up from the fire, his expression hard to read. He doesn't seem to have a problem with Amelia being here, but there's something a little like guilt lurking in his hazel eyes. If only Ellen hadn't shown up, things would be so much different now...
He stands up and sets aside the poker. The fire is good and strong now, and keeps the cabin at a comfortable temperature. "It's no five-star hotel, but we have lights and running water," he comments while dusting off his hands.
The cat pokes her head up at the sound of voices and fixes her golden eyes on Amelia. She stretches and pads over. "Mew?" she asks, pawing at a buckle on Amelia's boot. Is it time for pettings?