Now this was finally beginning to become less boring. His family, the brother especially, was clearly a vulnerable spot and figuratively digging a knife into it was about all the amusement Eric could really provide for her, since his flavor was too weak to be of much interest.
Makiko folded her hands together atop the file on her desk, returning to her default calm expression as she regarded him, just as though he weren't staring at her with that look on his face. It wasn't as though he had any chance of hurting her; even if he used the pencil he'd undoubtedly palmed it would barely scratch her and she'd heal quickly enough afterwards.
It was almost tempting to get him to try - it always surprised men so to find such a small and frail-looking woman could match them in strength, could surpass them, even. That was when they usually folded, though, spoiling the taste and leaving her unsatisfied.
"I'm glad to hear that you've come to that decision, Mr. Derringer," she observed, nodding just slightly. "That's the first step to recovery, after all." Her gaze flickered down to the papers briefly, and she added, "Perhaps a visit could be arranged for this coming Sunday. Provided that, well, he wants to come see you, after everything, of course. But having him here might do you some good. It could remind you of why getting well is so important."
Makiko looked thoughtful for a moment at that. "Perhaps I could have a word with him, as well, while he was here. Speaking to your family members could, after all, help me to understand how best to help you."
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Makiko folded her hands together atop the file on her desk, returning to her default calm expression as she regarded him, just as though he weren't staring at her with that look on his face. It wasn't as though he had any chance of hurting her; even if he used the pencil he'd undoubtedly palmed it would barely scratch her and she'd heal quickly enough afterwards.
It was almost tempting to get him to try - it always surprised men so to find such a small and frail-looking woman could match them in strength, could surpass them, even. That was when they usually folded, though, spoiling the taste and leaving her unsatisfied.
"I'm glad to hear that you've come to that decision, Mr. Derringer," she observed, nodding just slightly. "That's the first step to recovery, after all." Her gaze flickered down to the papers briefly, and she added, "Perhaps a visit could be arranged for this coming Sunday. Provided that, well, he wants to come see you, after everything, of course. But having him here might do you some good. It could remind you of why getting well is so important."
Makiko looked thoughtful for a moment at that. "Perhaps I could have a word with him, as well, while he was here. Speaking to your family members could, after all, help me to understand how best to help you."