[At first, she takes it as a scolding. There is a defensive frown on her face, one he is no doubt familiar with after several weeks of spending time with her. But if he gives her a few moments, she works out what he is saying on her own.
And the simple acknowledgement, stated aloud, is oddly validating. Blanket permission to foist her help upon him, even in situations where it may not be required. Not that she ever would have asked if a man would allow her help -- they would get it whether they wanted it or not, if she deemed it necessary.
But the declaration that he would never do the same...she cannot help some small embarrassment for how something in her soars with relief.]
Alright.
[She manages to keep any suspicion out of her voice. Instead, what follows is a very sincere:]
no subject
And the simple acknowledgement, stated aloud, is oddly validating. Blanket permission to foist her help upon him, even in situations where it may not be required. Not that she ever would have asked if a man would allow her help -- they would get it whether they wanted it or not, if she deemed it necessary.
But the declaration that he would never do the same...she cannot help some small embarrassment for how something in her soars with relief.]
Alright.
[She manages to keep any suspicion out of her voice. Instead, what follows is a very sincere:]
Thank you.