On the table. Next to his chair. With her own feet in the chair next to his. Watching most of the groups at the curtains, who keep adding things on either side, fingers blackened with charcoal the same as the curtains. Making them all the same, even in their odd scrubs colors of delineation. Which she ponders on them, especially, now as they all work together, talking about the things on either side and either set of curtains.
Still, she looks over, aloofly, features shift toward wary curiosity when he comes to stand by Thorfinn with that expression himself. That one that's wonder, confusion, not quite belief yet, and something else. Something that makes him stand there and makes Thorfinn say something to him, and she looks back in front of her, to the groups, but she's still paying attention to the side of her, too.
It's not offensive so much as . . . she takes Thorfinn, in general and in specific, as personal.
Threadjacking of Quiet, Notice-y-ness
Jo's not far away from Thorfinn.
On the table. Next to his chair. With her own feet in the chair next to his. Watching most of the groups at the curtains, who keep adding things on either side, fingers blackened with charcoal the same as the curtains. Making them all the same, even in their odd scrubs colors of delineation. Which she ponders on them, especially, now as they all work together, talking about the things on either side and either set of curtains.
Still, she looks over, aloofly, features shift toward wary curiosity when he comes to stand by Thorfinn with that expression himself. That one that's wonder, confusion, not quite belief yet, and something else. Something that makes him stand there and makes Thorfinn say something to him, and she looks back in front of her, to the groups, but she's still paying attention to the side of her, too.
It's not offensive so much as . . . she takes Thorfinn, in general and in specific, as personal.