A Day Of Charity [Ryanna+Seth]

Ryanna smiled and chuckled, though it was a bit on the dry side. "No, no need ta apologize; I've 'eard enough 'a those ta last a lifetime... But I appreciate th' thought. An' like I said, it was years ago that it 'appened, so..." She sighed and finished, "It's jus' that they took somethin' that can't really be replaced..." She paused now, and after another second she looked back at Seth, catching the expression on his face. Surprisingly, it wasn't one of pity, but one of understanding. And that was when she caught more of those mystery burn scars peeking out from beneath the collar of the shirt she had lent to him. And again, she found herself wanting to ask about it, about what happened, how he got it, but maybe his situation was no different than her own: just because someone finds something out about you by accident, it doesn't necessarily mean you'll be ready and willing to give away all the details. Seeing as how he hadn't said anything about it after all this time, it was probably something he wanted to avoid talking about.

So, instead of questioning that, Ryanna simply gave Seth a wistful smile, moving off of the table as she continued to gather dishes. "'s funny... 'e's probably 'bout your age now, wherever 'e is. Timo was probably so nice ta ya 'cause ya reminded 'im of 'im a little. But no one can say fer sure, considerin' th' fact 'e's been missin' fer somethin' like... 11 years now?"

Ryanna laughed with a shrug, replying, "Yeah, so do I. An' I also like ta think 'e'll fin' 'is way back home too. An' if it ain't that kind o' situati'n, I also like ta think someone'll be able ta carry 'im home for us too." But that's just wishful thinking, she thought to herself with a slight frown. I know exactly what the situation is, and I may as well be the only one who does know since I'm the only one who's been doing anything about it and I'm not any closer to getting him back and—

"Uuhm, Seth," She shook those thoughts from her head, rubbing a hand over her face before she looked over at him again. "Whatever th' Housekeeper might'a said... 'Bout me, or anythin' else... Don' worry too much 'bout 'er words, alright? She was jus' 'ere when that break-in 'appened years ago, an' still blames 'erself ta a degree fer not havin' been able ta prevent what 'appened. An' a few days ago, I was inna bit ovva rough mood over it still because it was the day ta honour those who've passed an' all, so... Really, don' trouble yerself with it an' all."

Ryanna nodded, sending a thankful, though somewhat tired looking smile his way. "Thank ya kindly, Seth. An' no worries, I'll be sure ta let 'er know." She caught his earlier glance at the scar by his wrist, and with a chuckle, she walked over to him and fixed the shirt collar so that it properly sat over and covered the scar by his shoulder. Looks like he was still struggling with his past, too.

"We'll have yer clothes all washed, cleaned an' dried properly by tomorrow, if ya wanna come by an' pick 'em up then. If you'd rather wait overnight fer 'em too, that's fine; I think we've got some spare room left somewhere in 'ere if ya need it."