Sierra hesitated. What was she supposed to do here?
She ventured forward and reached out to put a hand on the girl’s shoulder.
Yes, good. Be the one who treats Skitter as a human when Skitter herself won’t.
She stopped when she saw the carpet of ants, cockroaches and wasps.
Oh. Right. Might be a bit prickly.
“I’m okay,” Skitter said, without looking up. She removed her hands from her face and leaned back. There was no sign of tears – her eyes were dry. Just tired.
No, she might not be crying, but this isn’t just regular tiredness.
“Could I bother you to make me a cup of tea? Milk, drop of honey.”
I don’t even drink tea (I’m not one for warm drinks), but this still sounds nice.
Sierra nodded, “I remember.”
Silence reigned as she filled the kettle and set it down on the stove. Still have to deliver the soup. Sierra tried to surreptitiously examine Skitter.
Ah, yes, the soup. That somewhat uninteresting subplot is still a thing. Maybe it can get tied into the rest in a metaphorical sense by the end of the chapter?
The girl was removing all of the bugs from the surface of her costume and the gaps in the armor. The swarm flowed up the stairs as a single mass.
The gaps in the armor are definitely relevant in a metaphorical sense, though, intended or otherwise. Skitter is rapidly losing the armor, the costume, showing the human underneath.