"Good idea." She starts picking up all the bits she can reach. Focusing on that until he asks her what he asks her. Willa stares at her armload of broken furniture, eyes filling a little as she thinks about Jesus and John Gaius and Arthur and John and Zerxus.
He nods in return and then once again to point her back towards the door so he could follow her out. They make a nice pile on the free corner of the deck and Raylan sets about sweeping. He was glad the cabin was hardwood floor and stand alone rugs throughout. Made all this a lot easier.
He wasn't going to push her to talk until things were, in fact, finished but if she didn't say anything by the time he put the broom away, dark brown worried eyes would settle on her, patiently waiting for her to pick a place, to sit or stand, to start when she was ready.
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She bites her lip and nods. "Finish this first?"
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He wasn't going to push her to talk until things were, in fact, finished but if she didn't say anything by the time he put the broom away, dark brown worried eyes would settle on her, patiently waiting for her to pick a place, to sit or stand, to start when she was ready.