[ Marta keeps her smile soft but open. She's worried about the girl; those scars didn't just happen, and someone would have to get very close to have given them to her, so she understands how being standoffish makes the most sense right now, for her. But she can't turn off the nurse, the caretaker inside of her brain, wringing it's hands and pacing in circles trying to figure out how best to help.
At the moment that looks like sitting on the nearest free bed, the one that isn't Abigail's, and slowly folding the rest of the scarves into squares and rectangles next to her. It means she has to look up at the younger girl, but that doesn't bother her in the least. ]
I'm a nurse, I notice things sometimes. [ Marta opens her hands, a 'what can you do?' sort of gesture, before she picks up another scarf. ] You seemed very unhappy about it so I thought I'd try to help.
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[ Marta keeps her smile soft but open. She's worried about the girl; those scars didn't just happen, and someone would have to get very close to have given them to her, so she understands how being standoffish makes the most sense right now, for her. But she can't turn off the nurse, the caretaker inside of her brain, wringing it's hands and pacing in circles trying to figure out how best to help.
At the moment that looks like sitting on the nearest free bed, the one that isn't Abigail's, and slowly folding the rest of the scarves into squares and rectangles next to her. It means she has to look up at the younger girl, but that doesn't bother her in the least. ]
I'm a nurse, I notice things sometimes. [ Marta opens her hands, a 'what can you do?' sort of gesture, before she picks up another scarf. ] You seemed very unhappy about it so I thought I'd try to help.