06-16-2014, 11:40 AM
Whatever food Kalen left near them the night before, Sid consumed it. Sometime in the night she left her post at Trey's couch-side to take the dish to the kitchen. Then she set about making something new. Sid is not the best cook, but she can combine ingredients well enough into a soup. It may not be terribly delicious, but it's nutritious, and should help with restoring some of the strength of whoever partakes.
In the night, when Kalen passes by her all wary quiet and suspicious, Sid merely sighs.
...we were both wrong...
Isn't that what he'd said? Implying that she was wrong about him not liking her. And yet he's almost always treated her like an outsider and now he treats her like an outright criminal. Or like she's a danger. She'd had some vague hope they'd finish the conversation they'd started the day before, but that hope - like all of Sid's hopes - evaporates to nothing. She let's him be, though. She has someone else to look after, and so she stays until Trey wakes. The bowl Sid handed her is not terribly full. Enough to assuage the sharpest edge of hunger, but not enough that Trey will make herself sick with eating too much too fast.
She doesn't tell her there's more in the kitchen, she'll find out when she gets there. And though her attention sharpens on the girl when she wobbles, unless she falls or asks for help Sid let's her make her way on her own power. She does follow, though, eventually. Sees her gulping down the water and moves her hand toward Trey's arm, but does not try to touch her. "Easy. There's plenty." She watches Kalen moving about the kitchen, filling a pot for tea. Letting it steep. The silence between them seems impenetrable now. If he continues to give her the cold shoulder she makes up her mind. If he pours her a cup of tea it gets left on the counter, to cool or for someone else to drink when they get back to it. When he's gone to leave some for Ian, Sid addresses their visitor.
"I'm leaving in an hour. You can come with me or stay, whichever you like." Turning toward the door through which Kalen left, she says quietly, just between the two of them, "I don't recommend staying."
Whatever else she may feel, Sid has too strong a survivor's instinct to stay around someone who looks at her like that.
In the night, when Kalen passes by her all wary quiet and suspicious, Sid merely sighs.
...we were both wrong...
Isn't that what he'd said? Implying that she was wrong about him not liking her. And yet he's almost always treated her like an outsider and now he treats her like an outright criminal. Or like she's a danger. She'd had some vague hope they'd finish the conversation they'd started the day before, but that hope - like all of Sid's hopes - evaporates to nothing. She let's him be, though. She has someone else to look after, and so she stays until Trey wakes. The bowl Sid handed her is not terribly full. Enough to assuage the sharpest edge of hunger, but not enough that Trey will make herself sick with eating too much too fast.
She doesn't tell her there's more in the kitchen, she'll find out when she gets there. And though her attention sharpens on the girl when she wobbles, unless she falls or asks for help Sid let's her make her way on her own power. She does follow, though, eventually. Sees her gulping down the water and moves her hand toward Trey's arm, but does not try to touch her. "Easy. There's plenty." She watches Kalen moving about the kitchen, filling a pot for tea. Letting it steep. The silence between them seems impenetrable now. If he continues to give her the cold shoulder she makes up her mind. If he pours her a cup of tea it gets left on the counter, to cool or for someone else to drink when they get back to it. When he's gone to leave some for Ian, Sid addresses their visitor.
"I'm leaving in an hour. You can come with me or stay, whichever you like." Turning toward the door through which Kalen left, she says quietly, just between the two of them, "I don't recommend staying."
Whatever else she may feel, Sid has too strong a survivor's instinct to stay around someone who looks at her like that.