"I'm glad you had a good time then," Nell said, "and I hope you get to have another soon."
She's still far more skeptical about the whole romantic love thing, but he has her blushing a bit and more than a little incredulous that not one of his comments have to do with her being a good housewife or good for child-bearing or serving a husband well. It's totally outside her frame of reference and she honestly doesn't know how to respond, so she took a breath and used checking on her kitten to give her a moment to compose herself.
Finally she looks up again. "I can't imagine why you'd say that about yourself. You might be what we'd call a little rough around the edges, but your good heart just runs clear through you. I ain't - haven't never - been treated with such respect by menfolk as I have on this train, but you... you constantly surprise me, treating me just like an equal, and encouraging me even to do things that back home they'd say no respectable woman should do, even though there's no earthly reason why one shouldn't." Maybe it's because he sounds a little more like down home than the others do, that it surprises her more that he's so un-like the men she knew back home. He just... she feels comfortable with him. Safe, without being smothered.
And maybe that makes her a little uppity about him talking down about himself. So her hands go on her hips and her voice firms up some. "And Mr. Yondu, iff'n someone can't see that light and goodness in you, then they don't deserve you and you just keep lookin' for someone who will treat you right. Me, I'm just a widow woman, which, with that and the church, might just have soured me some on all this, but if that sort of thing exists than I say you ought to have it."
She took a breath and remembered that she might ought to say something else about his kind words. "I'm not so sure I believe all those kind things you're ascribing to me, but I surely do appreciate that you feel that way and are good enough to say so." Especially since he clearly wasn't looking for anything from her in return.
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She's still far more skeptical about the whole romantic love thing, but he has her blushing a bit and more than a little incredulous that not one of his comments have to do with her being a good housewife or good for child-bearing or serving a husband well. It's totally outside her frame of reference and she honestly doesn't know how to respond, so she took a breath and used checking on her kitten to give her a moment to compose herself.
Finally she looks up again. "I can't imagine why you'd say that about yourself. You might be what we'd call a little rough around the edges, but your good heart just runs clear through you. I ain't - haven't never - been treated with such respect by menfolk as I have on this train, but you... you constantly surprise me, treating me just like an equal, and encouraging me even to do things that back home they'd say no respectable woman should do, even though there's no earthly reason why one shouldn't." Maybe it's because he sounds a little more like down home than the others do, that it surprises her more that he's so un-like the men she knew back home. He just... she feels comfortable with him. Safe, without being smothered.
And maybe that makes her a little uppity about him talking down about himself. So her hands go on her hips and her voice firms up some. "And Mr. Yondu, iff'n someone can't see that light and goodness in you, then they don't deserve you and you just keep lookin' for someone who will treat you right. Me, I'm just a widow woman, which, with that and the church, might just have soured me some on all this, but if that sort of thing exists than I say you ought to have it."
She took a breath and remembered that she might ought to say something else about his kind words. "I'm not so sure I believe all those kind things you're ascribing to me, but I surely do appreciate that you feel that way and are good enough to say so." Especially since he clearly wasn't looking for anything from her in return.
"And I thank you kindly.