[What indeed. Her care over Kubo's fate, over her disappointment at not being with her husband, is so overwhelming. It's all she cares about. And she can't get either.
Instead - she gets this. This quest. This sword. This conversation with someone else who has no reason to care, either, but does.]
What else indeed.
[There's agreement in her tone.]
Maybe I can.
[It's enough to get her to the next day. Not happily. But he isn't offering her the possibility of happiness, thankfully. He's honest. The best hope he's offered her is answers. It's all she's willing to hope for, too, and she wouldn't have even hoped for it if someone else hadn't suggested.]
Thank you. For sitting with me.
[She pauses, before adding with unusually unguarded honesty -]
no subject
Instead - she gets this. This quest. This sword. This conversation with someone else who has no reason to care, either, but does.]
What else indeed.
[There's agreement in her tone.]
Maybe I can.
[It's enough to get her to the next day. Not happily. But he isn't offering her the possibility of happiness, thankfully. He's honest. The best hope he's offered her is answers. It's all she's willing to hope for, too, and she wouldn't have even hoped for it if someone else hadn't suggested.]
Thank you. For sitting with me.
[She pauses, before adding with unusually unguarded honesty -]
And for talking. It did help.