Act 4

[untrueheart]

[The sun is on its way down, clouds moving to fill in the spaces left by fading light, when a tired, staggering Rue makes her way back home again. At first she can't tell which part of the village she landed in; after a while she recognizes the road leading south and trudges along. She isn't sure whether to be sour or grateful that she has shoes on.

Eventually, after a nice long walk and a thorough freezing, Rue wanders into Seventh Heaven hoping for warmth and relative peace and quiet. Of which there is never any guarantee, an astounding feat for a town so small.]

Comments

[Action]

[untrueheart]

You're just not waiter material.

[She thinks he's better than that and found the reserves to say so. She is not, however, protesting his guidance to a table.]

[Action]

[ledbythewind]

Is that so?

[He sounds more amused than anything else as he leads her to a table, though. She's far from the first person to say something like that to him.]

[Action]

[untrueheart]

Did I say something funny?

[Action]

[ledbythewind]

Other people have told me the same thing before. It makes me wonder what gives them that impression.

[Action]

[untrueheart]

It just doesn't suit you.

[Maybe if she keeps him talking, she can ignore being led around like a child.]

You're too...noble.

[Action]

[ledbythewind]

[Or not, as he's just going to pull out a chair for her to sit down in.]

What sort of job do you think would suit me instead?

[Action]

[untrueheart]

[She sits, grateful, drawing her arms around herself in her lap.]

I don't know. Something more cultured.