"I have four ears for a reason, you know," she says, gently joking. "It makes me a really listener."
It's touching to know that Essek trusts her enough to talk to her about something like this. Blake hasn't had too many people in her life that she was close to -- Ilia had been her closest friend for a long time, before Adam had come along. And then her team became close to her over time, and she trusts them with her life. It's a surprise, she thinks, that she's made such deep friendships here. She's still not great at opening up to people, she's still exploring herself as she is now with her newfound confidence and openness and empathy. She hadn't expected to find friends while being stuck in a strange fantasy land, but she's so, so glad that she has.
Her own piece of paper burns where it's tucked into her palm, and after a moment of hesitation, Blake opens her curled fist, showing Essek her own piece of paper. Nobody will ever love you the way I do, it says.
"I'd... like to share mine with you as well, if that's okay," she says tentatively. This intrusive little piece of paper is, perhaps, a sign that she needs to talk about her memory. "Would you like to tell me about yours?"
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It's touching to know that Essek trusts her enough to talk to her about something like this. Blake hasn't had too many people in her life that she was close to -- Ilia had been her closest friend for a long time, before Adam had come along. And then her team became close to her over time, and she trusts them with her life. It's a surprise, she thinks, that she's made such deep friendships here. She's still not great at opening up to people, she's still exploring herself as she is now with her newfound confidence and openness and empathy. She hadn't expected to find friends while being stuck in a strange fantasy land, but she's so, so glad that she has.
Her own piece of paper burns where it's tucked into her palm, and after a moment of hesitation, Blake opens her curled fist, showing Essek her own piece of paper. Nobody will ever love you the way I do, it says.
"I'd... like to share mine with you as well, if that's okay," she says tentatively. This intrusive little piece of paper is, perhaps, a sign that she needs to talk about her memory. "Would you like to tell me about yours?"