bones and skin

*June* · 07-11-2014, 07:05 PM

Hurt flashed in the girl's eyes as her brother recoiled from her touch, but June forced herself to put it aside. There were bigger things than her hurt feelings at stake here. Her brother could get hypothermia any minute now - this could not be good for him. "You were sick," June whispered, fighting to keep her voice even. She had learned of the plague after fleeing him, of its side effects and of the violence it instilled upon its sufferers. "You couldn't help it, Gus." June's voice was a little louder now, a little stronger as she spoke up.

June pressed forward, drawing cautiously closer to Gus, making a cautious attempt to press herself against his side once more. Should he draw back, she would take the hint, but if he was willing to stay still, June would offer him what little warmth her body could offer. "That's great, Gus." June murmured, amber gaze tracking her dear brother's form, "You deserve it all." He did - he deserved better than the anxious little shadow that June had been for all of his life. Things going well for him in Tortuga meant a lot to the girl. But it only made her more sure that she needed to help him see that it wasn't his fault.

"Speech."

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