Every mother likes to hear her child is special, just as much as every girl likes boys to tell her she's one in a million. Argine's smile is just a touch tired, clearly getting toward the latter end of her ability to sit up with them, with the excitement and energy. Eileen's is, however, still entirely distinct from her mother's subtle grin--is completely, briefly, the fiercely pleased flash of her father's smile.
"We can both be lucky," she shrugs, taking another bite of the shepherd's pie. Under the table, she taps her foot on top of his. Not at all as satisfying as squeezing his hand, but the best they can do for now.
And that, Argine thinks with a calm sigh, is really what she wants for her daughter: someone who knows he's lucky to have Eileen, and whom Eileen counts herself lucky to have.
For all the exhaustion is starting to show, the former Queen's eyes certainly spark slightly at CJ's offer. "I should hate to put you to so much trouble, humouring an old woman like that..."
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Date: 2012-10-29 05:09 am (UTC)"We can both be lucky," she shrugs, taking another bite of the shepherd's pie. Under the table, she taps her foot on top of his. Not at all as satisfying as squeezing his hand, but the best they can do for now.
And that, Argine thinks with a calm sigh, is really what she wants for her daughter: someone who knows he's lucky to have Eileen, and whom Eileen counts herself lucky to have.
For all the exhaustion is starting to show, the former Queen's eyes certainly spark slightly at CJ's offer. "I should hate to put you to so much trouble, humouring an old woman like that..."