[ there's a moment where he understands implicitly the danger of having been snatched up just as the harbinger of some ill came to town: stephen watches her jaw tense, the movement of whiskey down her throat, all suggestive of some immediate danger. ]
Can your people look after themselves?
[ her friends, her family. wynonna can, certainly, at least by most superficially observable metrics; that might is obvious just by looking at her, speaking with her for more than five minutes. but that protective streak in her runs deep and wide, and didn't just spring up fully formed from the earth. ]
[ She cuts herself off, realizing that her tone's a little harsher than she intended — not directed at him, of course, but more towards the situation and the relative helplessness it conjures up for her whenever she stops to dwell on it. A sigh drops into the silence that follows, and her mouth twists. ]
They don't have this, for starters. [ She stretches out her other hand toward the gun that still sits on the counter between them, close enough to let her fingertips touch the long barrel and feeling that small rush of its power that comes whenever she's in direct contact. ]
So it's hard, knowing they're there without the one thing that could seriously tip the scales, give them a W. [ Knowing they're without her is what she won't say, because as the heir, she's pretty replaceable, if not expendable. ]
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Can your people look after themselves?
[ her friends, her family. wynonna can, certainly, at least by most superficially observable metrics; that might is obvious just by looking at her, speaking with her for more than five minutes. but that protective streak in her runs deep and wide, and didn't just spring up fully formed from the earth. ]
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[ She cuts herself off, realizing that her tone's a little harsher than she intended — not directed at him, of course, but more towards the situation and the relative helplessness it conjures up for her whenever she stops to dwell on it. A sigh drops into the silence that follows, and her mouth twists. ]
They don't have this, for starters. [ She stretches out her other hand toward the gun that still sits on the counter between them, close enough to let her fingertips touch the long barrel and feeling that small rush of its power that comes whenever she's in direct contact. ]
So it's hard, knowing they're there without the one thing that could seriously tip the scales, give them a W. [ Knowing they're without her is what she won't say, because as the heir, she's pretty replaceable, if not expendable. ]