Visibly, Alfred brightens. This is...something that he and Sarah can share, maybe.
He likes that. The idea of sharing something with a friend. And he doesn't laugh at all about her mentioning she can write, knowing full well the nature of this area, the level of education someone would have being trapped in her home.
"Well, then...for any experiments I do...you can be my assistant. If you like."
Through the exhaustion, he flashes Sarah a smile, bright and lopsided, but...true. Healing from what they had been through, bit by bit.
"I would be happy to teach you both. I bet you will be a quick study." He holds out the partially finished mending. "In fact, I bet you'll already have learned right now."
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He likes that. The idea of sharing something with a friend. And he doesn't laugh at all about her mentioning she can write, knowing full well the nature of this area, the level of education someone would have being trapped in her home.
"Well, then...for any experiments I do...you can be my assistant. If you like."
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She's never had a friend to do things with. She's slowly making friends with Magda, and -- well, Herbert is Herbert.
"You can teach me how to sew. And to write more neatly. My handwriting is messy, like my stitching, but serviceable."
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Through the exhaustion, he flashes Sarah a smile, bright and lopsided, but...true. Healing from what they had been through, bit by bit.
"I would be happy to teach you both. I bet you will be a quick study." He holds out the partially finished mending. "In fact, I bet you'll already have learned right now."