I had questioned if my feelings for you had made me over cautious. At times it is challenging to reflect on the actions and nature of my past self without assuming an absence of logic.
( She appears unaware of how dismissive that was of Cosima's condition, or how harsh an assessment of herself she has made. Herian begins collecting the projectiles. )
To be honest, I assume if you'd come back as you are now and I'd still been that ill, logic would have kept you from pushing me. I'm no good to anyone bedridden, Herian, and I don't think you need to feel any particular way about me to recognize that.
[It's even; there's no sense in losing her temper, and if she's honest, the assessment makes her more sad than angry anyway. It's evidence that Herian's low opinion of herself wasn't (only) depression or emotional trauma, but that the people who'd raised and trained her built it into her more analytical outlook too.]
( Pausing in her collection, Herian cants her head slightly, a physical habit retained when so much else is locked away; mulling over new information from those close to her with a quality similar to a confused puppy. )
That is true.
( Not thinking on it enough for the bigger implications to be identified, as she resumes her efforts. In fact, she moves on quickly. )
As usual, I suggest a day or two of rest before we next train. If you can endeavour to walk tomorrow, beyond that which is expected day to day, that would be beneficial, but not so urgent that you must fret yourself.
( It is simply preferable to limiting movement due to soreness. Franklin, having picked up on training being done, has scurried over to steal a projectile and brought it proudly over to Cosima. A gift, Mother!!! )
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I had questioned if my feelings for you had made me over cautious. At times it is challenging to reflect on the actions and nature of my past self without assuming an absence of logic.
( She appears unaware of how dismissive that was of Cosima's condition, or how harsh an assessment of herself she has made. Herian begins collecting the projectiles. )
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[It's even; there's no sense in losing her temper, and if she's honest, the assessment makes her more sad than angry anyway. It's evidence that Herian's low opinion of herself wasn't (only) depression or emotional trauma, but that the people who'd raised and trained her built it into her more analytical outlook too.]
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That is true.
( Not thinking on it enough for the bigger implications to be identified, as she resumes her efforts. In fact, she moves on quickly. )
As usual, I suggest a day or two of rest before we next train. If you can endeavour to walk tomorrow, beyond that which is expected day to day, that would be beneficial, but not so urgent that you must fret yourself.
( It is simply preferable to limiting movement due to soreness. Franklin, having picked up on training being done, has scurried over to steal a projectile and brought it proudly over to Cosima. A gift, Mother!!! )