[ She does. She does trust him. At the very least, enough not to hurt her. Enough to still care about her, for whatever that means to him.
Her eyes will blink open immediately once he presses that whistle into her hands, so no, she wasn't asleep. Just ... resting here. Wanting to be with him even if she had nothing to say. She stares at him wordlessly, then looks down at the whistle resting innocently in her palm.
It is probably not a surprise that she starts, immediately, to cry. Soft, and slow, but nonetheless.
Her other hand, without her really thinking about it, will reach for one of his, if she can, if he'll let her. She doesn't even care he's covered in blood. ]
no worries!!
Her eyes will blink open immediately once he presses that whistle into her hands, so no, she wasn't asleep. Just ... resting here. Wanting to be with him even if she had nothing to say. She stares at him wordlessly, then looks down at the whistle resting innocently in her palm.
It is probably not a surprise that she starts, immediately, to cry. Soft, and slow, but nonetheless.
Her other hand, without her really thinking about it, will reach for one of his, if she can, if he'll let her. She doesn't even care he's covered in blood. ]