Abby's lip twitches but she doesn't say anything more, falling silent to listen to the rain on the tent and Clarisse sniffling, her own heart thumping in her ears. There's so much to think about... where the fuck does she even start, with all of this? She kind of wants to lie down and curl up.
It's a relief when Clarisse says something and she has to focus on that instead.
"No." It makes her realise that she's actually really fucking hungry, and that she hasn't eaten anything all day. Too busy looking, too busy worrying, waiting for everything to turn out in the end. She didn't even pretend to finish off that bowl of whatever she made Clarisse eat in the morning, she left it there at the table missing three big bites.
She looks at the bag for a long moment before she gets to her feet to go retrieve it from the corner of the tent. "She won't mind." She doesn't need it any more. Survivor rules. Abby opens it up like she's never done it before, extracts some fruit and bread, something wrapped in wax paper that smells sweet; she tosses the little package to Clarisse.
Abby says she won't mind, but it still feels like stealing to Clarisse as she watches Abby go and get Ellie's bag from the corner, open it up, and take out the food. She doesn't even hesitate.
Clarisse has been to Seattle. She remembers the way they went out and picked over dead people's stuff, and that it was normal, but she hadn't known those people and hadn't cared about them, which had made it easy. Ellie's not dead. She didn't bequeath them her stuff, or anticipate last night when she went to bed that the following evening Clarisse and Abby would open her bag and dig through it for food. It feels gross and wrong to be doing this. Clarisse catches the package Abby tosses her way, on instinct more than anything, but doesn't unwrap it yet. It smells like something sweet inside.
Ellie wouldn't mind. Ellie shared food with her all the time. Sometimes she brought food along just to give to Clarisse, if they were out for the day, because she knew that Clarisse would get cranky and annoying if she didn't eat something. For all she knows, this little package of wax paper could have been intended for her.
Telling herself this, she slowly unwraps it. There are three cookies inside, hard biscuits with raisins baked into them. She takes one and offers the rest of the package to Abby.
"Trade you for some of the bread." She's not very hungry, though. Her stomach feels like it's all knotted up. Still, she'll eat if Abby does, just to keep herself going.
All Abby takes is the food. She doesn't keep rooting around, once she's got these things and tossed the third one to Clarisse she puts the pack back down where she found it in the corner. If this were reversed — if she left and Ellie had her stuff she'd do the same thing, Abby has no doubt.
She's bringing Ellie's apple to her mouth and thinking about what she would have found in Abby's bag, what she'd be standing here eating now. Bread and nuts. Oh, and that jerky she got from the Kirkwall markets last week.
She's gotta be making a face while she eats but Clarisse hasn't pointed it out.
"Sure."
Abby comes to sit. She takes the package and hands her the bread in return, glancing into the wax paper wrapping, lifting it up to sniff. Then she sighs. "I hate raisin cookies." Like Ellie did this on purpose, to spite her from beyond the rift.
Clarisse is tearing the bread in half and doesn't say anything until she's finished and can set one piece aside for Abby. Then, "Ellie doesn't like those either."
She lifts the cookie to her mouth and takes a bite out of it, but it's clear her heart isn't in it.
They agreed on dealing with it tomorrow, but she's still thinking about what else is in the bag and what they'll end up doing with Ellie's stuff. Most of it will get absorbed back into Riftwatch, she guesses, like any extra supplies. Weapons. The knife she made Ellie she doesn't want going to anyone else, but she doesn't want it for herself, either.
This sucks. Part of her hates how unfair it is that she's going to have to figure this out. The other part of her wouldn't trust anyone else to do it. Except for Abby, but she's not sure how much Abby will want to involve herself in dealing with Ellie's things.
Abby watches her take a bite out of the cookie and then she looks away, down at her hands instead. She takes the bread that Clarisse ripped off for her and puts it absentmindedly into her mouth, ignoring the dull ache when she clenches her teeth down to bite through the crust. Her stomach feels like it's in her shoes.
It's just gonna be like this now, huh. Everything is gonna remind her of Ellie one way or the other until enough time passes that it doesn't. Even shitty cookies aren't safe. It feels a little like she has a gut wound, like she's gonna be working around it for a while, instinctively moving her body in a different way to protect the part that's hurt.
Wags has put his chin on her knee in an attempt to commiserate — or maybe he just wants some of the bread.
"Wanna stay up and just... watch the rain?"
She doesn't know what else to do. There is nothing else to do right now except wait until tomorrow, when they can start doing something about this.
Clarisse sees Abby look away, and the bite of cookie feels like it turns into a dry lump in the back of her throat. She swallows it down, feeling even worse now. She hadn't meant to make Abby feel bad, it had just... been the truth. But she shouldn't have said anything about Ellie. She's always saying things, never thinking about them first.
She forces herself to eat the bread, at least. It's better than nothing. And tomorrow she'll make herself eat breakfast even if she doesn't want that, either. That's step one.
Unfortunately, step one being several hours in the future means they're still living in step zero right now, so it's a relief when Abby finally speaks up.
"Yeah. I don't think I could sleep." Maybe if they sit watching the rain long enough, it will sort of... lull them?
"Neither." It's gonna be a shitty first night, but you only have to do the first night once. "C'mon."
She's getting up, grabbing her bedroll and bringing it over to the lip of the tent, pulling back the front of it so that it exposes the rain fall. Still loud and heavy but there's no wind, so it comes straight down. She parks it on the bedroll, turned to face the outside. This way they don't have to sit inside the tent and feel how empty it is, or have to look at Ellie's bag slumped in the corner. They can sit here instead and stare at the rain until it stops or until they finally get tired and have to go to bed. Whatever comes first.
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It's a relief when Clarisse says something and she has to focus on that instead.
"No." It makes her realise that she's actually really fucking hungry, and that she hasn't eaten anything all day. Too busy looking, too busy worrying, waiting for everything to turn out in the end. She didn't even pretend to finish off that bowl of whatever she made Clarisse eat in the morning, she left it there at the table missing three big bites.
She looks at the bag for a long moment before she gets to her feet to go retrieve it from the corner of the tent. "She won't mind." She doesn't need it any more. Survivor rules. Abby opens it up like she's never done it before, extracts some fruit and bread, something wrapped in wax paper that smells sweet; she tosses the little package to Clarisse.
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Clarisse has been to Seattle. She remembers the way they went out and picked over dead people's stuff, and that it was normal, but she hadn't known those people and hadn't cared about them, which had made it easy. Ellie's not dead. She didn't bequeath them her stuff, or anticipate last night when she went to bed that the following evening Clarisse and Abby would open her bag and dig through it for food. It feels gross and wrong to be doing this. Clarisse catches the package Abby tosses her way, on instinct more than anything, but doesn't unwrap it yet. It smells like something sweet inside.
Ellie wouldn't mind. Ellie shared food with her all the time. Sometimes she brought food along just to give to Clarisse, if they were out for the day, because she knew that Clarisse would get cranky and annoying if she didn't eat something. For all she knows, this little package of wax paper could have been intended for her.
Telling herself this, she slowly unwraps it. There are three cookies inside, hard biscuits with raisins baked into them. She takes one and offers the rest of the package to Abby.
"Trade you for some of the bread." She's not very hungry, though. Her stomach feels like it's all knotted up. Still, she'll eat if Abby does, just to keep herself going.
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She's bringing Ellie's apple to her mouth and thinking about what she would have found in Abby's bag, what she'd be standing here eating now. Bread and nuts. Oh, and that jerky she got from the Kirkwall markets last week.
She's gotta be making a face while she eats but Clarisse hasn't pointed it out.
"Sure."
Abby comes to sit. She takes the package and hands her the bread in return, glancing into the wax paper wrapping, lifting it up to sniff. Then she sighs. "I hate raisin cookies." Like Ellie did this on purpose, to spite her from beyond the rift.
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She lifts the cookie to her mouth and takes a bite out of it, but it's clear her heart isn't in it.
They agreed on dealing with it tomorrow, but she's still thinking about what else is in the bag and what they'll end up doing with Ellie's stuff. Most of it will get absorbed back into Riftwatch, she guesses, like any extra supplies. Weapons. The knife she made Ellie she doesn't want going to anyone else, but she doesn't want it for herself, either.
This sucks. Part of her hates how unfair it is that she's going to have to figure this out. The other part of her wouldn't trust anyone else to do it. Except for Abby, but she's not sure how much Abby will want to involve herself in dealing with Ellie's things.
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It's just gonna be like this now, huh. Everything is gonna remind her of Ellie one way or the other until enough time passes that it doesn't. Even shitty cookies aren't safe. It feels a little like she has a gut wound, like she's gonna be working around it for a while, instinctively moving her body in a different way to protect the part that's hurt.
Wags has put his chin on her knee in an attempt to commiserate — or maybe he just wants some of the bread.
"Wanna stay up and just... watch the rain?"
She doesn't know what else to do. There is nothing else to do right now except wait until tomorrow, when they can start doing something about this.
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She forces herself to eat the bread, at least. It's better than nothing. And tomorrow she'll make herself eat breakfast even if she doesn't want that, either. That's step one.
Unfortunately, step one being several hours in the future means they're still living in step zero right now, so it's a relief when Abby finally speaks up.
"Yeah. I don't think I could sleep." Maybe if they sit watching the rain long enough, it will sort of... lull them?
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She's getting up, grabbing her bedroll and bringing it over to the lip of the tent, pulling back the front of it so that it exposes the rain fall. Still loud and heavy but there's no wind, so it comes straight down. She parks it on the bedroll, turned to face the outside. This way they don't have to sit inside the tent and feel how empty it is, or have to look at Ellie's bag slumped in the corner. They can sit here instead and stare at the rain until it stops or until they finally get tired and have to go to bed. Whatever comes first.