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         Clearing his throat, green eyes hovering on her form with surprise clearly evident, Jaime paused to attempt to form another sentence as he waited for her response - or explanation, hopefully. She stumbled further into the home, and Jaime rose to assist her, an eyebrow raising at her words. “Ah – you didn’t?” he asked after a pause, attempting to keep further humor from his tone. Take care of her. That, he could try at least. “I’m glad you gave them my name,” he murmured after a pause, offering what he could of a smile as he offered his arm to help stabilize her. 

      “I remember,” he added, eyeing the keychain as she lifted them to eye level, the silver of the key shining in the light from the lamp he had been reading by. “I guess it’s good you had a key.” Then, adding with a pointed look - still attempting to hide the grin that tugged at the corners of his lips. “Come on then, let’s get you sitting down before you fall and hurt yourself… Do you want some water? Something to eat?”

         least he was interested in the key. interested in anything ELSE? maybe, maybe not. she didn’t want to think, though she knew that she was interested in heading to the nearest comfortable cushion and hurling herself on it. not fetching up what she’d had to drink, per se, but              WELL, she hadn’t had ENOUGH to feel sick quite yet, if that was what her body was prone to doing at times like this.

                   for a long moment, she simply SQUINTED at the man in some awful attempt at deciphering why he was looking at her like he was about to laugh. her own faded, but there was still that lopsided grin on her face that gave ALL the solemnity she carried in her NORMAL, everyday demeanour no basis on which to stand. anyone looking at her would never believe she was so serious: she hadn’t had quite enough to get her there yet.      ❛ what’s that for? the… no, uh, m'not HUNGRY.  ❜      she reached for his arm ( nearly fell doing that ) and staggered her way to the couch, near dragging jaime with her.      ❛ do you wan’ your key back? ❜