[ Other parts of her to like instead... what would those be? Other than cleaning and fighting, she doesn't know what else she has to offer. But she feels now like she has to try, if only because he's asking to see it. He's looked after her time and time again. Even if she's used to disappointing people, she doesn't think she could bear to disappoint him. It's a heavy responsibility in her mind, but for some reason her heart feels light -- maybe at the notion that beyond liking or hating her face, Eustace might not care about it at all.
When she takes his hand, her hood remains downturned, but there's a wobbly smile on her face. Her grip is warm and comfortable in his hand as she rises to her feet. ]
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When she takes his hand, her hood remains downturned, but there's a wobbly smile on her face. Her grip is warm and comfortable in his hand as she rises to her feet. ]
... Alright. I'll do my best.