[ Will watches her with a rapt attention he can't quite place. He knows he's always wanted children of his own, with the sort of deep ache that feels like a bone that never healed properly, but he's also used to that sensation by now. It plagues every family gathering he goes to with young relatives, whenever he sees the other branches of his family tree being a bit more successful at having their own kids. This is...different, though. And he can't quite place why...
She drags sheets over herself with a clear lack of worry for who they might belong to, and Will has a feeling this child is absolutely not in first class alongside himself. Will would never have acted that way in front of an adult at her age - what is her age, anyway? she seems small for it, whatever it is - so that must mean...
'Wanted to hide'. The thought is at once sad and relatable. Will laughs shortly, although his expression's unsure if it can relax into a smile yet. ] Well, it's a good place to hide. The kind of people who can afford to use this room are happy to leave it alone until we hit land again.
[ Will hesitates for only a moment before he sits back down again, on the trunk he was using before. There's some foreign sense that mirroring is actually good, will work, and it comes from beyond Will's usual instinct to do that...
No, it must just be usual impulse. Nothing more.
What follows is perhaps standard procedure for when an adult comes across a child who's alone, but Will asks it with a captivated sincerity: ] What's your name? Mine's Will.
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She drags sheets over herself with a clear lack of worry for who they might belong to, and Will has a feeling this child is absolutely not in first class alongside himself. Will would never have acted that way in front of an adult at her age - what is her age, anyway? she seems small for it, whatever it is - so that must mean...
'Wanted to hide'. The thought is at once sad and relatable. Will laughs shortly, although his expression's unsure if it can relax into a smile yet. ] Well, it's a good place to hide. The kind of people who can afford to use this room are happy to leave it alone until we hit land again.
[ Will hesitates for only a moment before he sits back down again, on the trunk he was using before. There's some foreign sense that mirroring is actually good, will work, and it comes from beyond Will's usual instinct to do that...
No, it must just be usual impulse. Nothing more.
What follows is perhaps standard procedure for when an adult comes across a child who's alone, but Will asks it with a captivated sincerity: ] What's your name? Mine's Will.