[ he's in shock, she thinks, dully, even as part of her also wants to start yelling things like what were you THINKING and were you even listening to what was being said about him? recrimination is so easy to fall back on when she's scared, or worried - but she knows it wouldn't help here. if it ever did. and she couldn't ever have the heart to do so when Jacob's just... sitting there like a shell of himself.
so she looks at him - really looks, trying to see rather than scrutinise. ] I heard fire bells ringing on my way home.
[ the words are as neutral as she can get them, trying to coax information out that she's already putting pieces together for. she felt the unnatural heat in his hands; the smell of smoke speaks for itself. it's not as much of a comfort as it should be, either, hearing that Roth is dead by Jacob's hand. not when he can't even muster a sarcastic comment about it. ]
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so she looks at him - really looks, trying to see rather than scrutinise. ] I heard fire bells ringing on my way home.
[ the words are as neutral as she can get them, trying to coax information out that she's already putting pieces together for. she felt the unnatural heat in his hands; the smell of smoke speaks for itself. it's not as much of a comfort as it should be, either, hearing that Roth is dead by Jacob's hand. not when he can't even muster a sarcastic comment about it. ]