She hadn't expected the story to be about herself when she'd first asked, but then as soon as he starts telling it she supposes she should have known. A sad look shadows her eyes, just for a moment. She glances down and takes a deep breath before she lifts her hand and puts a platinum curl back behind her ear.
It's his next statement that brings the smile back to her face, her head lifting and eyes lighting up once again.
"Did you really? Well you know I suppose that makes you a bit daft. Story about a girl dying, and that."
Something dawns on her then, a realisation. It's almost a shock, but a pleasant one at that, and it only makes that smile on her face widen all the more.
"Well I suppose that makes us related then doesn't it. And you know I wish they'd tell that story a bit different! I did more in my life than die you know." Yes, Noah, the Elin in the story would be her.
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It's his next statement that brings the smile back to her face, her head lifting and eyes lighting up once again.
"Did you really? Well you know I suppose that makes you a bit daft. Story about a girl dying, and that."
Something dawns on her then, a realisation. It's almost a shock, but a pleasant one at that, and it only makes that smile on her face widen all the more.
"Well I suppose that makes us related then doesn't it. And you know I wish they'd tell that story a bit different! I did more in my life than die you know." Yes, Noah, the Elin in the story would be her.