[ As far as he's concerned they're all good here; Hayame has nothing more to worry about. Not in the immediate moment, at least; not with them trapped within the cup. The blood isn't so bad. Not like she's going to pass out from it.
Especially not if she's right beside him, getting to work.
He doesn't know what's going through her head as they dig in silence; doesn't particularly care. They're both doing what needs to be done right now, right? If she tries anything he's confident he'll have the upper hand, able to send her careening into the cup's ceiling or throw her down the mountain of soil or something else awful. He has nothing to worry about, and so he digs in silence, assured at his impending victory.
When she speaks up, he stops. Turns to look at her, the hesitation playing out far more nakedly on his face than he'd ever allowed it to before. There's an internal debate going on in his head, until... ]
Yeah. I do.
[ Because the going is easier with her working alongside him, and because she looks like she's fading. Amos pauses for a moment longer before slowly reaching for the dagger hilted at his side, passing it over to her.
It isn't that he's nervous about giving her a weapon — it's that it's the dagger Yima gave him, not too long after they first arrived. Not a lot of objects are important to him, but this one is.
And he isn't going to comment on it, except, ] Make sure I get that back.
[ And then he resumes his own digging, still uninjured, still ready to get out of here with his prize. ]
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Especially not if she's right beside him, getting to work.
He doesn't know what's going through her head as they dig in silence; doesn't particularly care. They're both doing what needs to be done right now, right? If she tries anything he's confident he'll have the upper hand, able to send her careening into the cup's ceiling or throw her down the mountain of soil or something else awful. He has nothing to worry about, and so he digs in silence, assured at his impending victory.
When she speaks up, he stops. Turns to look at her, the hesitation playing out far more nakedly on his face than he'd ever allowed it to before. There's an internal debate going on in his head, until... ]
Yeah. I do.
[ Because the going is easier with her working alongside him, and because she looks like she's fading. Amos pauses for a moment longer before slowly reaching for the dagger hilted at his side, passing it over to her.
It isn't that he's nervous about giving her a weapon — it's that it's the dagger Yima gave him, not too long after they first arrived. Not a lot of objects are important to him, but this one is.
And he isn't going to comment on it, except, ] Make sure I get that back.
[ And then he resumes his own digging, still uninjured, still ready to get out of here with his prize. ]