She nods and busies herself with the plants again immediately just to give her hands something to do, fingers pushing into soil so they don't leap to touch or twist into her hair, plucking at curls.
"They could have." Gela can't say she doesn't think about them or remember their faces from time to time. It would be bad to forget them entirely, these people she knows nothing about and is deeply, horrifically linked to anyways, so she remembers on purpose. "But they may not be alive." One of them was very old. Another was very young.
Her expression doesn't shift even though she hesitates before she answers the next question. "I know his name. His whole name — he said it once aloud while we were still in the cages and I repeated it to myself many times to make sure I would know it." All for these few moments, perhaps? She's not sure what Cosima can do with it, but she can still know. "Ferrant Marais."
"OK. Worth knowing. Hasn't come up as far as I know, which is unhelpful if you want to know his movements but good in that, like, Riftwatch wasn't secretly working with a psychopath without knowing it." She'll take that small win. "I can alert Yseult and Rowntree, in case we come across him anywhere. If we do, is it." A pause. "Would you like to know, or do you need to not know? If it comes up."
Gela isn't sure what to think. There's too much to think about right now, Cosima has given her endless what if scenarios she needs to go and imagine in full, heart-stopping detail. Again, she's stopped gardening. When she finds her voice it is soft but still there, still going. "Can I think on that and let you know? You can still alert Yseult and Marcus."
"Yeah, of course. I know I threw a lot at you, just let me know when you've landed on an answer. And like, I don't have any reason to think it's going to come up any time soon, other than that there's been a lot of Riftwatch contact with Nevarra recently. But it's a big country, it's not like it's inevitable we'll hear anything at all."
Cosima seems as if she might reach out, but after a moment she thinks better of it. Still, her voice is soft. "Thank you. I know it wasn't pleasant for me to show up and sour your gardening with these kind of questions. But I really do want to help, if I can."
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"They could have." Gela can't say she doesn't think about them or remember their faces from time to time. It would be bad to forget them entirely, these people she knows nothing about and is deeply, horrifically linked to anyways, so she remembers on purpose. "But they may not be alive." One of them was very old. Another was very young.
Her expression doesn't shift even though she hesitates before she answers the next question. "I know his name. His whole name — he said it once aloud while we were still in the cages and I repeated it to myself many times to make sure I would know it." All for these few moments, perhaps? She's not sure what Cosima can do with it, but she can still know. "Ferrant Marais."
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Gela isn't sure what to think. There's too much to think about right now, Cosima has given her endless what if scenarios she needs to go and imagine in full, heart-stopping detail. Again, she's stopped gardening. When she finds her voice it is soft but still there, still going. "Can I think on that and let you know? You can still alert Yseult and Marcus."
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Cosima seems as if she might reach out, but after a moment she thinks better of it. Still, her voice is soft. "Thank you. I know it wasn't pleasant for me to show up and sour your gardening with these kind of questions. But I really do want to help, if I can."