[She tries her best to follow along. Really, she does, and nevermind the cost to herself—because what were a few burst blood vessels in her brain if it meant understanding what Ema was so enthusiastically talking about it? Lys can see so much of her brother in that earnest spiel: the animated face, the excited voice, those shining eyes. Watching Ema chatter away is—was like watching Tobias babble on and on about mathematics, her baby brother caught in a frenzy of delight as his brain whirled along at a thousand thoughts per second.
But earnest or not, endearing or not.....brilliant or not, by the end of Ema's explanation she only looks confused, bewildered. More than stunned—overwhelmed. A concussion victim still reeling after being whacked on the head with a two-by-four.]
....what?
[It's said in a very small voice, the clamshell of broth lying forgotten in her hand until it tilts and scalds her wrist.]
—ow! [Hurriedly saving it, she licks at the spot, not missing a drop. ] I mean, what.....what's, um, "ballistics"? You....you kinda lost me after that part.
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But earnest or not, endearing or not.....brilliant or not, by the end of Ema's explanation she only looks confused, bewildered. More than stunned—overwhelmed. A concussion victim still reeling after being whacked on the head with a two-by-four.]
....what?
[It's said in a very small voice, the clamshell of broth lying forgotten in her hand until it tilts and scalds her wrist.]
—ow! [Hurriedly saving it, she licks at the spot, not missing a drop. ] I mean, what.....what's, um, "ballistics"? You....you kinda lost me after that part.