[She suspected as much about Dutch, so his mention of outlaws only earns him a small quirk of the brow from over her cup, which she sets on the table beside the carafe. Faith's been on her own for a while. Too long. It's easier, yes. But the loneliness has been eating at her.
Trust is hard for her. She's been betrayed one too many times. Opening herself up to the potential for that hurt again? It's terrifying. Faith's arms cross, wrapping around her middle. It's a long moment before her gaze rises up to meet his again.
Dutch certainly had a way with words. A way that's hard to argue with and that hit to her core.] I'll come to take a look. Can't make any promises that I'll stay, but they way you talk it up, might as well see.
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Date: 2021-12-05 09:49 pm (UTC)Trust is hard for her. She's been betrayed one too many times. Opening herself up to the potential for that hurt again? It's terrifying. Faith's arms cross, wrapping around her middle. It's a long moment before her gaze rises up to meet his again.
Dutch certainly had a way with words. A way that's hard to argue with and that hit to her core.] I'll come to take a look. Can't make any promises that I'll stay, but they way you talk it up, might as well see.