Ellie parts her lips, but the words die off, because it would be a blatant lie. Anyone with eyes can see that she's not doing well. But the stubborn set of her jaw makes it clear that she doesn't want it to be that way.
She wets her lips instead, breathing in that feeling of self, of confidence. Of focus.
It lays like a wash over her, comforting if it can't touch the deep undercurrent of what she's working through. The channels that contain more than she wants to look directly at, things that won't be solved without a good deal of work.
This is soothing, though.
"Sorry you had to see that."
Ellie fixes her eyes on the children, watching them. They are important, but she doesn't know how yet. Everything else in this place is general, built by feeling, but this seems more specific.
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She wets her lips instead, breathing in that feeling of self, of confidence. Of focus.
It lays like a wash over her, comforting if it can't touch the deep undercurrent of what she's working through. The channels that contain more than she wants to look directly at, things that won't be solved without a good deal of work.
This is soothing, though.
"Sorry you had to see that."
Ellie fixes her eyes on the children, watching them. They are important, but she doesn't know how yet. Everything else in this place is general, built by feeling, but this seems more specific.