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Charlotte didn't feel pressured or burdened by his questions. She never would have thought to search the ship for supplies without him to be a voice of reason. This had never happened to her before; she was always behind the safe walls of the castle. If not that, she always knew where she was going when on Durin.
"No, but it's not too late for me to get those things," she assured. "I had to take care of you first."
She was reluctant to leave him. Charlotte liked having him close by and felt like he'd need her. Lucijan was a tough, sturdy man, though. From what she could tell, anyway. It shouldn't hurt either of them if she went to the fallen spacecraft to get what they needed. She left her cloak blanketed on him as she carefully moved herself from him, hoping he'd be able to sit on his own, and even stand up.
When she got to her feet, she smoothed out the exotic dress she was wearing out of paranoia it might have slid up while she was sitting. "I'll be right back," she promised, holding on to the strap of her bag as she rushed back to the ship. Charlotte disappeared inside to seek out any food and useful tools. Frankly, she didn't want to touch any weapons she came across. Even if they were in safety mode, she was afraid to hold them.
Rations were stuffed into her bag, along with a small looking tool box and whatever else she could fit in with her medical supplies. It saddened her to have to leave her potted plants behind... They would die here without her care and would never be able to sit in the soil at Lith. Other things had to take priority, though.
"No, but it's not too late for me to get those things," she assured. "I had to take care of you first."
She was reluctant to leave him. Charlotte liked having him close by and felt like he'd need her. Lucijan was a tough, sturdy man, though. From what she could tell, anyway. It shouldn't hurt either of them if she went to the fallen spacecraft to get what they needed. She left her cloak blanketed on him as she carefully moved herself from him, hoping he'd be able to sit on his own, and even stand up.
When she got to her feet, she smoothed out the exotic dress she was wearing out of paranoia it might have slid up while she was sitting. "I'll be right back," she promised, holding on to the strap of her bag as she rushed back to the ship. Charlotte disappeared inside to seek out any food and useful tools. Frankly, she didn't want to touch any weapons she came across. Even if they were in safety mode, she was afraid to hold them.
Rations were stuffed into her bag, along with a small looking tool box and whatever else she could fit in with her medical supplies. It saddened her to have to leave her potted plants behind... They would die here without her care and would never be able to sit in the soil at Lith. Other things had to take priority, though.