“That’s an awfully cold thing to say.” Until now, she had not thought things to be utterly hopeless and had been counting on at least a little glimmer of good faith. Yet the closest thing she seemed to have to help was a woman who clearly had neither the time nor the patience for her. Rinoa felt really quite desolate, utterly downtrodden and defeated. Being treated as though she was a nuisance was nothing short of frustrating. “I see I’m not going to find any sympathy in this place”, said Rinoa, thin arms crossing over her chest, a stormy look upon her face, “All I’ve run into since I got here is rudeness and unkindness. Way uncool.”
It was not like Rinoa to cry. She was missing home but she refused to weep over her situation, not when she had not yet exhausted all her options. For now, getting help was her best choice and only as a last resort would she be willing to brave it alone. She would have to rely on being very convincing. “I’m going to ask you to help me, is what I’m going to do”, Rinoa nodded, straightening up (although doing so made little different for they appeared to be of similar height) and squaring her shoulders, “I’m not being left here. It’s not like I’m asking to be babied.” She had said it in her most confident voice and her posture was all very deliberate but her face certainly betrayed her, with her uncertain gaze and the way her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. Let this work.
continued / @vainrysed
