[ He coughs out a laugh. There is that outdated sense of duty she has while still being perfectly sour about it. No, maybe just sheer stubbornness. The trait knows no bounds apparently, even here. ]
Guess you have your answer.
[ Damn light. Once he has had enough of squinting into it, he turns and hobbles back into the residence to take a seat at the table. The door is left to fall on its own accord, not quite heavy enough to fully shut itself. She's free to leave with that answer, but he has not directly turned her away. She's one of the few he can tolerate, at least for a few moments. A shaky bout of trust that he can still uphold.
It may also spare him another headache should she have started knocking again. ]
action;
Guess you have your answer.
[ Damn light. Once he has had enough of squinting into it, he turns and hobbles back into the residence to take a seat at the table. The door is left to fall on its own accord, not quite heavy enough to fully shut itself. She's free to leave with that answer, but he has not directly turned her away. She's one of the few he can tolerate, at least for a few moments. A shaky bout of trust that he can still uphold.
It may also spare him another headache should she have started knocking again. ]