[ emma only barely manages to give him a disapproving look from behind her fingers, a little frown to demonstrate that his joke isn't especially funny — which ghost cracks rarely are, but especially not right now.
revisiting so much death has hardly put her into the mood for black humor.
she looks away from his face, down to her hands because she can't quite handle seeing him look so worried for her. she hates making anyone fret, but over something like this? showing this kind of weakness?
god, she feels absurd. ]
Fine. I'm—
[ she cuts herself off, taking a deep breath to try and shake off some of the unsteadiness, try to look far more composed than she feels. ]
I'm fine. Just not— the most restful night's sleep.
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revisiting so much death has hardly put her into the mood for black humor.
she looks away from his face, down to her hands because she can't quite handle seeing him look so worried for her. she hates making anyone fret, but over something like this? showing this kind of weakness?
god, she feels absurd. ]
Fine. I'm—
[ she cuts herself off, taking a deep breath to try and shake off some of the unsteadiness, try to look far more composed than she feels. ]
I'm fine. Just not— the most restful night's sleep.
[ putting it mildly. ]
I'm sorry for disturbing you.