[ emma's gaze follows faraday's to the window, because she really hadn't noticed how quickly the time was passing — though she's not especially bothered by it. ]
Is it?
[ her words are less of a question and more a dismissal of the notion that it's gotten a little too late, because she knows what faraday is trying to infer with remarking on the hour like that.
she rubs a hand over her eyes, then looks back at the gambler, a bit of determination in her gaze. she's obviously not trekking off to bed just yet. ]
Show me that trick again?
[ she'd rather watch faraday with the cards, anyhow — though it's not necessarily an avoidance of sleep for any of her previous reasons. her nightmares have lessened, slightly, but what's made the real difference is that with faraday can actually touch her to wake her up. the contact proves to be soothing, moreso than just his voice, and she's been grateful for the times he's pulled her out of those darker dreams. ]
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Is it?
[ her words are less of a question and more a dismissal of the notion that it's gotten a little too late, because she knows what faraday is trying to infer with remarking on the hour like that.
she rubs a hand over her eyes, then looks back at the gambler, a bit of determination in her gaze. she's obviously not trekking off to bed just yet. ]
Show me that trick again?
[ she'd rather watch faraday with the cards, anyhow — though it's not necessarily an avoidance of sleep for any of her previous reasons. her nightmares have lessened, slightly, but what's made the real difference is that with faraday can actually touch her to wake her up. the contact proves to be soothing, moreso than just his voice, and she's been grateful for the times he's pulled her out of those darker dreams. ]