"I feel like I ought to be writing all this down," she says, laughing a little, as she takes the pin punch from him.
Who knew the innards of a gun were so complex? There are more little bits and pieces than she expected; even laying everything out doesn't leave her feeling assured she'll know how to put it back. One screw looks about the same as the next to her. Perhaps this is what it feels like when others look at hieroglyphics and hieratic, a lot of all-too-similar parts making up an incomprehensible whole.
She does believe him when he says she'll be on her own next time. Mr. Deschain is a serious man, from what she's seen; his word, so far as she can tell, is good. And what better way to teach a person than to make her learn it for herself? It's something Evy suspects she ought to be dreading, but she respects the reasoning behind it.
Her fingers slip as she takes the three pieces out, and they all end up on the floor. "Oh, blast it," she mutters, setting the partially dissembled revolver down and sliding out of her chair to figure out where they've gone. "I'm sorry, I should've warned you. Sometimes I'm a bit...clumsy."
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Who knew the innards of a gun were so complex? There are more little bits and pieces than she expected; even laying everything out doesn't leave her feeling assured she'll know how to put it back. One screw looks about the same as the next to her. Perhaps this is what it feels like when others look at hieroglyphics and hieratic, a lot of all-too-similar parts making up an incomprehensible whole.
She does believe him when he says she'll be on her own next time. Mr. Deschain is a serious man, from what she's seen; his word, so far as she can tell, is good. And what better way to teach a person than to make her learn it for herself? It's something Evy suspects she ought to be dreading, but she respects the reasoning behind it.
Her fingers slip as she takes the three pieces out, and they all end up on the floor. "Oh, blast it," she mutters, setting the partially dissembled revolver down and sliding out of her chair to figure out where they've gone. "I'm sorry, I should've warned you. Sometimes I'm a bit...clumsy."