Feeling more mentally stable (enough to keep emotionally stable properly) she snuck out of her room in the place to go find Steve. Where ever he got off to in the house that early afternoon. Somewhat skittish. He might have still been upset with her going off into the desert dramatically and all of that. Regardless her reasoning.
Otherwise she hunted him down and got hold of his head wordlessly for starters. If nothing else she was going to get the animal impulse out of her system. Pulling hat askew and shifting bandages enough to get a scent--screening for infection smells. Provided he passed that little inspection she put the hat back on straight.
She cleared her throat at that point. "I'm a bit of a slow learner. This is, what? The second or third time? I've gone and pulled some shit without a word. Charl and the house, the almost killing myself, and now the impulsive desert wandering." Devang had pieced together a whole organized thing in the last twelve hours or so. Which was funny. Usually she was really good about words on the fly. Spinning out bullshit was a little easier than what she was doing right then. "Plenty of people care, but they don't really...Do what you do. I'm not static enough for most people to keep tabs or lean on me or...expect much of anything out of me. Other than flyby quips and solutions to problems. And it's not an excuse. More of an explanation. For you and for me. So I can try to work on it." There. She gave a nod of her head once firmly. Then got him about the shoulders and squeezed pretty hard. Like she might have been trying to crush him. Like one of those aluminum can crushers. "Not on the being static thing. I can't do a whole lot of standing still. But on the part where I speak things a little more equally with where I do things."
Alright, that was really all of it other than,
"Sorry."
