It's a gallant offer - and a rather hilarious mental image. Her poor husband would barely have time to stop huffing over what an inappropriately rich gift the shawl was, and then Biffy would toss out his personal preferences and really flummox him. She can see it so clearly.
But she probably shouldn't be entertaining daydreams of what it would be like if her family joined her here. It's a recipe for disappointment and sorrow if they don't - and guilt if they do, as if she might have wished them into Darrow. Part of her (a rather treacherous part) thinks it might not be so bad, that it would all be easier if they were together, no matter which world they were together in. But even if they both showed up tomorrow, that would just kick off a round of fretting over who might get sent back first. Darrow would hold the power to separate them - again. Better for her to just go home; that's much more straightforward.
Her smile fades into more of a sympathetic wince. "It would be hard, I suppose." The camera on her phone is such an astonishing novelty that her own gallery is currently full of random pictures of her own apartment. Most of them would, she suspects, be considered rubbish by anyone who values the artistry of photographs, but she's still stuck on the mere existence of them. It's incredible that she can call up a crystal clear image of her own kitchen counter, even if it is off-center.
She can imagine how much more valuable they would feel if they were of anything - or anyone - important.
"I never... well, we didn't have cameras, and even a little portrait would have been expensive. I don't have any likenesses." She twists her wedding ring thoughtfully, one of the few tangible reminders of her husband that she has. "I'm not sure if having one would make me feel better, or..." she trails off into a shrug. It might just as easily be worse, with even a perfect likeness being a poor substitute for the real thing.
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But she probably shouldn't be entertaining daydreams of what it would be like if her family joined her here. It's a recipe for disappointment and sorrow if they don't - and guilt if they do, as if she might have wished them into Darrow. Part of her (a rather treacherous part) thinks it might not be so bad, that it would all be easier if they were together, no matter which world they were together in. But even if they both showed up tomorrow, that would just kick off a round of fretting over who might get sent back first. Darrow would hold the power to separate them - again. Better for her to just go home; that's much more straightforward.
Her smile fades into more of a sympathetic wince. "It would be hard, I suppose." The camera on her phone is such an astonishing novelty that her own gallery is currently full of random pictures of her own apartment. Most of them would, she suspects, be considered rubbish by anyone who values the artistry of photographs, but she's still stuck on the mere existence of them. It's incredible that she can call up a crystal clear image of her own kitchen counter, even if it is off-center.
She can imagine how much more valuable they would feel if they were of anything - or anyone - important.
"I never... well, we didn't have cameras, and even a little portrait would have been expensive. I don't have any likenesses." She twists her wedding ring thoughtfully, one of the few tangible reminders of her husband that she has. "I'm not sure if having one would make me feel better, or..." she trails off into a shrug. It might just as easily be worse, with even a perfect likeness being a poor substitute for the real thing.