[He has a memory of swimming. Of plummeting from the sky into a river. Gasping for air, grabbing his hat, making for shore to save Ella. He knows that he can swim, at least.
He opens the wine and pours it into two cups, handing one to her. The stew is divided into bowls with spoons and he pushes the biscuits towards her.]
This water's gotta be cold. [Because he knows they're North somewhere.]
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Date: 2021-03-01 02:21 am (UTC)[He has a memory of swimming. Of plummeting from the sky into a river. Gasping for air, grabbing his hat, making for shore to save Ella. He knows that he can swim, at least.
He opens the wine and pours it into two cups, handing one to her. The stew is divided into bowls with spoons and he pushes the biscuits towards her.]
This water's gotta be cold. [Because he knows they're North somewhere.]