[she's turned her head away when he starts to stumble - that's happy coincidence - but that doesn't mean she isn't smiling when she hears him go down. yeah, then she looks, unable to see his face but sure that at least it's gloriously rageful. so she looks away, unconcerned. she'd fallen before. so had almost every other sleeper here, probably, save a lucky few. stumbling was practically a rite of passage up this beach, and she does not feel bad at all. if she had fallen, he would have felt the same smug satisfaction, amusement, or maybe nothing at all.
but there's a reason she resists the urge to make glib commentary - and that reason is not silco, not at its core.
it's because of this, that she did not, in fact, keep walking, and she only turns back to him when she he's on his feet again, but her face is a complete blank line. she's just going to wait for him to near her and start walking again. once they reach the wooden walkway there are railings here and there.]
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but there's a reason she resists the urge to make glib commentary - and that reason is not silco, not at its core.
it's because of this, that she did not, in fact, keep walking, and she only turns back to him when she he's on his feet again, but her face is a complete blank line. she's just going to wait for him to near her and start walking again. once they reach the wooden walkway there are railings here and there.]