She shrugged it off, no hint of the irritation she had shown after he'd ruined her first meal. There was a silence. Hearts was focused, and her focusing made her bite her lip (not very conducive to a talkative situation). Rag Doll kept thinking of things to say, but they all sounded stupid in his head, and he imagined it wouldn't help if he said those things out loud. In fact, he thought it would make them sound even worse.
The sun set much more quickly than Hearts anticipated. She was sewing the last stitch on when she heard the heavy footsteps coming down the hall. She stabbed the needle into the cloth, rolled up the uniforms, and stuffed them in the hay, laying back against the haystack and pretending to pick apart bad stitches in the hearts she had sewn earlier (of course there weren't any, but Hearts was very good at pretending).
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