Dune's head twitched to one side, her smile going flat as she glanced to one side. Merula hit the nail on the head, and, unbidden, her mind flashed back to the smell of scorched meat and fat and the white bone peeking from the ashes of her arm. The entire memory was in her hall of fame, inexorably burned into her mind's eye.
Still, it was only a split second, just a moment where she faltered, and then came back to reply. As they strode between the cars, woman and bird, her lips pursed around a few starting words. Finally, she licked her lips and managed, “Have you... ever lost a limb?” It wasn't a direct answer, but she didn't mean for it to be a deflection--Dune just found she couldn't answer him straight away.
Still, it was only a split second, just a moment where she faltered, and then came back to reply. As they strode between the cars, woman and bird, her lips pursed around a few starting words. Finally, she licked her lips and managed, “Have you... ever lost a limb?” It wasn't a direct answer, but she didn't mean for it to be a deflection--Dune just found she couldn't answer him straight away.