Watching her friends be so tender with one another makes the rogue smile, even with her heart tugging painfully at the thought of how she screwed up her chance at something similar. It's a thought she doesn't want to have, no matter the circumstances that bring it up, and so she focuses instead of untying the ribbon in her hair and slowly unweaving her own braid.
"Of course you can keep them," she confirms, not quite able to meet her friend's gaze as she says it. "They're easy to come by in the Nexus and I rarely find a use for them. I'd rather you have them than take them back to set them in a drawer where they'll only gather dust." A truth, at least, though it's offered purely to keep her mind occupied and away from those thoughts that always seem to drown her in sorrow.
As she finishes loosening the last few strands from her braid, she fully looks up to check over Caspar's work. Whether it's because of his Cylon nature or something else entirely, Amelia can't help but be impressed by his braiding skills. He could make a large sum of money every day with hands as fast and practiced as the ones he has.
"I don't know if I have anything I could teach Caspar at this point," she teases gently. "I show him something once and he jumps ahead of it without any need for my help. At this rate, he'll be finding new styles and teaching me." Maybe not, but it's hard to tell. Caspar has progressed so quickly that Amelia is honestly astounded by everything's he's accomplished. It feels more and more unlikely that she'll have anything she can offer even as advice to him by the end of the night if he keeps up at this pace.
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Date: 2019-03-29 05:51 pm (UTC)"Of course you can keep them," she confirms, not quite able to meet her friend's gaze as she says it. "They're easy to come by in the Nexus and I rarely find a use for them. I'd rather you have them than take them back to set them in a drawer where they'll only gather dust." A truth, at least, though it's offered purely to keep her mind occupied and away from those thoughts that always seem to drown her in sorrow.
As she finishes loosening the last few strands from her braid, she fully looks up to check over Caspar's work. Whether it's because of his Cylon nature or something else entirely, Amelia can't help but be impressed by his braiding skills. He could make a large sum of money every day with hands as fast and practiced as the ones he has.
"I don't know if I have anything I could teach Caspar at this point," she teases gently. "I show him something once and he jumps ahead of it without any need for my help. At this rate, he'll be finding new styles and teaching me." Maybe not, but it's hard to tell. Caspar has progressed so quickly that Amelia is honestly astounded by everything's he's accomplished. It feels more and more unlikely that she'll have anything she can offer even as advice to him by the end of the night if he keeps up at this pace.