her optimism is contagious to Ruby ( she tends to easily adopt the mood of whoever she interacts with at the moment – perhaps because it’s her way of trying to better fit in ), and soon, she finds herself smiling despite the pinpricks of tears threatening the corners of her eyes. The journey was hell – the woman speaks with a certain air of wisdom that makes Ruby wonder what else she’s been through that she’s not telling ( concern, a desire to protect and comfort the woman blooms within her ribcage . ruby is a fugitive, ruby is a murderer, and yet, right now she just wants to comfort this stranger . some things never change ).
and as she bites the inside of her cheek, finds comfort in the way the teeth that nip at her own flesh are entirely human at the moment, Ruby glances up at the blonde, and their eyes connect ( a wounded wolf licks its own wounds every time; it’s a contradiction, ruby hates being alone ). smile accentuates on her lips, bruised and slightly bloodied by nights of frostbite in the forest, “ i doubt it’ll really bring me anything good, but … well, i’m glad it did for you. ” she’ll remove thick gloves, bring her hands closer to the fire she’s made for herself beneath the cover of bushy trees, “ i mean, despite the fact that your carriage got robbed and now you’re stuck in the woods with me … it’s good that you still believe in that kinda thing. ” she chuckles, adds, “ my granny is more of a realist, so i’m not used to someone seeing the good side of everything. ”
