She gives Grantaire a quelling look when he insists the food is more than she owes him. While she's technically his employer, she likes to think they're on friendlier terms than being mere colleagues would suggest. The thought of just leaving him to his grief without any acknowledgment seems intolerably cruel to her, and food is an easy, natural thing to provide, not too much.
But her mild indignation doesn't last long. She hadn't expected him to welcome guidance quite so readily, and she blinks at him for half a moment before recovering herself. "I think... well, in my experience, anyway, it helps to have a routine. And an excuse to leave the house, so you're not just... dwelling." A certain amount of raw grieving is necessary, she thinks, but the line between that and wallowing can be a thin one — and hard to make out, especially if you're not giving your mind anything else to contend with.
"You might come back to the Gardens," she gently suggests. "We all miss you, as I said, but it would also just be something else to do."
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Date: 2020-08-23 08:30 pm (UTC)But her mild indignation doesn't last long. She hadn't expected him to welcome guidance quite so readily, and she blinks at him for half a moment before recovering herself. "I think... well, in my experience, anyway, it helps to have a routine. And an excuse to leave the house, so you're not just... dwelling." A certain amount of raw grieving is necessary, she thinks, but the line between that and wallowing can be a thin one — and hard to make out, especially if you're not giving your mind anything else to contend with.
"You might come back to the Gardens," she gently suggests. "We all miss you, as I said, but it would also just be something else to do."