"Probably. Wanting anything too much is a weakness. Especially something so uncertain." Her tone is matter-of-fact, but there's a note of frustration creeping in through the disappearing gap between her jaws. She doesn't want to know; she's now even more sure of that.
"I'll think about it."
She drops his hand and rises, careful as ever not to unbalance the boat, and moves to take over the line. "Let's get back, we've enough for dinner."
Darras gives over the line easily enough. Yseult has proved herself clever with fishing, as she is clever with nearly all things. His gaze lingers on her a moment longer, a faint furrow to his brow. She's looking at the water now. She might be able to see him out of her periphery anyways, or sense his look.
"There's a fish on the line, nearly. Wait a moment longer and we'll have one more, and isn't that better."
(The trick is being clever at following directions; that's Yseult's real skill.) She's given the line a tug to start reeling it back in around the spool, but pauses at Darras's request. A huff of breath out her nose signals she's not in agreement with his logic, but she leaves off, giving him and the fish a moment more.
She doesn't say anything, just watches the line, hands poised.
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"I'll think about it."
She drops his hand and rises, careful as ever not to unbalance the boat, and moves to take over the line. "Let's get back, we've enough for dinner."
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"There's a fish on the line, nearly. Wait a moment longer and we'll have one more, and isn't that better."
sorry i wrote this in my head and only my head
She doesn't say anything, just watches the line, hands poised.