MILK & HONEY
It seems curious to her, that a woman like her would say such a thing—truth is, Misty Day amazes Moira at every turn, from her precarious way of living to her blessed power that brought her back from the death. To Moira, she doesn’t even seem human, an almost ethereal presence there to guide her, and as silly as it might sound, to protect her. There’s just something incredibly comforting about her voice, and not even the dangers of the bayou she inhabits seem enough to make Moira feel uneasy.
Thus, upon hearing those words, she cannot help but raise her gaze, clear shock visible in her eyes—yet a soft smile curves on her lips, and she finds herself laughing, not out of mockery, but out of bashfulness. It is not on Misty’s nature, she has learned, to lie or coat her words with sugary nothings, and so Moira knows she’s being honest.
“I hardly think of myself as such, miss,” Moira has never been vain, and no matter how bitter she may feel right now, that hasn’t changed, “if anyone makes others speechless, it’s you. I think…you know? I think more people should get to know you, miss Misty. I’m sure my mother would be delighted with you…” is this her way of suggesting Misty should return to the civilization with her?
Perhaps.