"O-oh." She looked at him, and then back down at the ground. Her fingers wormed around themselves; she was fidgeting. Frustration and confusion mixed poorly in her expression, leaving her with the sort of look that could have been unattractive even on someone who was beautiful. "It's jes -- it's said you wasn't like th'others. I been -- I don't want t'turn out like me ma, but . . . no one'll have me, not fer real work. But I thought that if, if y'know, if ye was somethin' like me, ye'd understand. C-cuz I don't want t'be nothin' no more. I wants ta be somethin'. Like you."
She looked up, then, and though her eyes wavered still it was Lalataru they settled on. "I - I wants t'be taught by you. If ye'll have me. Please."
Judging by the way her lips twisted, she was aware of how lame she sounded, how desperate, how pathetic. But though she looked like she wanted to run and hide, she stood. She was shaking, but she didn't run away.
She looked up, then, and though her eyes wavered still it was Lalataru they settled on. "I - I wants t'be taught by you. If ye'll have me. Please."
Judging by the way her lips twisted, she was aware of how lame she sounded, how desperate, how pathetic. But though she looked like she wanted to run and hide, she stood. She was shaking, but she didn't run away.
