[ emma actually considers the question for a moment, her smile fading slightly as she looks back towards the tree she'd so recently sunk bullets into. it's the freshness of it, she decides, that she still feels so strongly like matthew's wife. it hasn't even been near a full month that her husband's been dead, but the reality of it occasionally hits her like a steam engine.
she's a widow now.
...oh, but that aches every time she thinks it. ]
Mmm.
[ it's less of an answer, and more of an acknowledgement that he's spoken. ]
But would you be that same kind of formal with someone else you fight beside?
[ there's a touch of avoidance in her answer, but it sure doesn't carry the same kind of immediate, snappish correction she might have given him before. obviously "mrs. cullen" is appropriate, polite, but she considers that it's an awful lot of formality when they could both easily die in the next few days.
boy, if that wasn't jarring to realize all over again. ]
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she's a widow now.
...oh, but that aches every time she thinks it. ]
Mmm.
[ it's less of an answer, and more of an acknowledgement that he's spoken. ]
But would you be that same kind of formal with someone else you fight beside?
[ there's a touch of avoidance in her answer, but it sure doesn't carry the same kind of immediate, snappish correction she might have given him before. obviously "mrs. cullen" is appropriate, polite, but she considers that it's an awful lot of formality when they could both easily die in the next few days.
boy, if that wasn't jarring to realize all over again. ]