"Okay close your mouth, dear, you might swallow a fly." She teases, but she smiles, and she reaches over, pressing a finger gently to the base of his chin, closing his mouth.
It's strange to hear herself spoke about like that. She's heard stories of course, but she'd been a cautionary tale. She doesn't make a habit of letting people know who she is, it can be messy, though it gets easier the longer time goes on, the more faded she gets into memory. She never expected someone to know who she is.
"Died?" she asks, finishing his sentence for him, even if she's got an idea that's not what he's getting at. "And Egypt's ever so hot, you know. Nobody told me that! Did they tell you that? And dreaming, you do that do you? What do you believe in, Noah?"
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It's strange to hear herself spoke about like that. She's heard stories of course, but she'd been a cautionary tale. She doesn't make a habit of letting people know who she is, it can be messy, though it gets easier the longer time goes on, the more faded she gets into memory. She never expected someone to know who she is.
"Died?" she asks, finishing his sentence for him, even if she's got an idea that's not what he's getting at. "And Egypt's ever so hot, you know. Nobody told me that! Did they tell you that? And dreaming, you do that do you? What do you believe in, Noah?"