[ Her tongue is a twisting agony of pain, that is not hers, but how is her heart to know the difference when it was cut open just as freshly? A solid awful beat that was Murphy's loss, seeping through everything as she wept and wept and could not stop and if there is a fitting punishment, perhaps it is this. ]
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post danny departing a couple of days
Murphy... is Murphy being taken care of?
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[ She rubs her fingers at the back of the other hand, dragging over her knuckles to even herself out. ]
Is he .... does he need anything? Something special, a meal? Uhm. I could...
[ She's not welcome, she knows she's not, much as it beats at her senses to want to be near to him. ]
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A reminder he's not as alone as he feels.
( it's a devastating blow to have to weather, and perhaps it's a good thing that danny is beyond his reach. the temptation to hurt him is immense. )
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( and he can act as a buffer, should things prove awkward. murphy needs gilia right now, whether or not he's ready to admit it. )
And the company.
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Do you think Murphy would like... a stew or - maybe a sweet pie better?
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