The mention of Mara being troubled made her frown thoughtfully. "She won't be the only person either in recovery or dealin' with emotional or mental issues on the island. We can probably figure out ways to see she gets most of what she needs. I mean, she's not like Shannon on crack or something, right?"
Daniel's compliment on her accuracy made her fidget. "Well...yeah, but...."
**/Listen to him, baby. He loves you, and you know he's generally on the mark./**
Clarice stopped and blinked.
"Clarice?" Daniel was looking at her, a little concerned.
/(Okay, that was just...weird. I could have sworn I heard...)/
She sighed. "Sorry. You're right. I just...look, partly it's an ego thing. I'm used to a much higher accuracy rate."
**/You'll get there./**
"You'll get there."
Blink. /OK, now I'm hearing echoes or something./
"Ah think I may have had too much sun," she admitted. "I just want so badly to feel confident at something again. Thought my aim would translate. Of course, it isn't that simple." She had left her bracers on, and peeled them off, rubbing her arms underneath them. "I would definitely like some of that aloe, ah think." She looked down. "Damn, my legs're a bit toasty too. My fault for wearin' shorts for the first time in a coupla years."
That made her smile just a bit. "Could use some help takin' care of all this tender skin."
Then she ducked her head a little shily. "Look, I'll scale back to one practice tomorrow and make m'self a hat and such if it bothers you that much. Some of the girls want me to teach a commonsense safety class for women, like ah'd been talkin' about. I won't be good for that until tomorrow, I think, but...with one less practice it won't be pushing."
She looked at him, then smiled a little again. "Haven't given you a proper hello." She leaned over and kissed him, which got a yawp of amusement from /someone/ over by the infirmary.
[Clarice] Room for One More? (tag Daniel, open)
Daniel's compliment on her accuracy made her fidget. "Well...yeah, but...."
**/Listen to him, baby. He loves you, and you know he's generally on the mark./**
Clarice stopped and blinked.
"Clarice?" Daniel was looking at her, a little concerned.
/(Okay, that was just...weird. I could have sworn I heard...)/
She sighed. "Sorry. You're right. I just...look, partly it's an ego thing. I'm used to a much higher accuracy rate."
**/You'll get there./**
"You'll get there."
Blink. /OK, now I'm hearing echoes or something./
"Ah think I may have had too much sun," she admitted. "I just want so badly to feel confident at something again. Thought my aim would translate. Of course, it isn't that simple." She had left her bracers on, and peeled them off, rubbing her arms underneath them. "I would definitely like some of that aloe, ah think." She looked down. "Damn, my legs're a bit toasty too. My fault for wearin' shorts for the first time in a coupla years."
That made her smile just a bit. "Could use some help takin' care of all this tender skin."
Then she ducked her head a little shily. "Look, I'll scale back to one practice tomorrow and make m'self a hat and such if it bothers you that much. Some of the girls want me to teach a commonsense safety class for women, like ah'd been talkin' about. I won't be good for that until tomorrow, I think, but...with one less practice it won't be pushing."
She looked at him, then smiled a little again. "Haven't given you a proper hello." She leaned over and kissed him, which got a yawp of amusement from /someone/ over by the infirmary.