[ She straightens slowly, wraps her arms around herself. ]
I do not know that you know me anymore, Byerly. And I do not think you love me as you love him. Bastien.
[ Another slow shake of her head. ]
You are so warm to him. Kind. You hold his heart in careful hands, are so mindful of the slightest of what pains him. If he were to doubt, to fear, I think you would comfort him, but me…
You speak of true care for me, but… I do not think you will do these things for me now. I think you will think me difficult. Unreasonable. I think—
[ A pause, while she breathes. ]
I think I am going to bed; and I think you would stop him, reach for him, but I think you will not for me.
[ Rather numbly she realizes it’s too late for the ferry. ]
no subject
[ She straightens slowly, wraps her arms around herself. ]
I do not know that you know me anymore, Byerly. And I do not think you love me as you love him. Bastien.
[ Another slow shake of her head. ]
You are so warm to him. Kind. You hold his heart in careful hands, are so mindful of the slightest of what pains him. If he were to doubt, to fear, I think you would comfort him, but me…
You speak of true care for me, but… I do not think you will do these things for me now. I think you will think me difficult. Unreasonable. I think—
[ A pause, while she breathes. ]
I think I am going to bed; and I think you would stop him, reach for him, but I think you will not for me.
[ Rather numbly she realizes it’s too late for the ferry. ]
I will— find somewhere to stay.