Rolan declines to inquire. He stays put for a second or two, and then gets up himself.
She looks up and smiles just a little bit when she sees Rolan come in.
Is there somewhere to sit, comfortably close by? Why yes there is. How convenient.
"He got a look when he saw me smile. It's hard to describe - I come by these things through experience; I don't usually think of them in words. But it was a noticey look. And it's a fairly obvious smile."
"It's kind of overwhelming, but it's also nice to have all these choices about what to read."
"We can always hope. How'd your thinking go, last night? Is the code thing working?"
"The code's coming along. I came up with asking to go to a hospital, we'll see how that goes, I guess."
"Yeah." The Smile makes a reappearance, although an unusually pensive one.
"I like that you asked to go to a hospital. It's sweet. You're sweet. I love you. And - I'm trying to get my thoughts in order, about that. Wondering if I should talk to you more about it or leave it be." He quirks a faint smile. "What's your take?"
"I'm curious. But I mean - what else would I do, with healing hair, the hospital is where sick and hurt people go."
"Most people aren't nasty, but... most people aren't necessarily nice, either. Someone who wasn't you might not think, 'I have healing hair, what can I do to help people with it?' That's specifically you, to think that way. Some people would, but not everyone."
"How can you tell what things are me-things? I mean - anything I did would be a thing I would do."
"Well... partly, I do just like it whenever you do things," he says wryly. "But there's also an aspect of - if it's something you would do that other people wouldn't or might not, or if it's something you choose to do out of some range of available options, on a level more significant than what you have for breakfast - those things are more you than, well. I was going to say 'brushing your hair', but, in fact, you brush your hair pretty uniquely. Eating breakfast, then."