"Logistically we can all survive on the rations we've got. If we continue to use them as they're rationed. If we all remain strong enough to help each other." There's a bite to her tone that she can't quite smooth over.
Or perhaps she just doesn't want to.
Folding her arms, she tilts her head at Heather. "And if you were to die, and your family was left to tell your children... If they had to be told that their parents died because they didn't want them to cry, which I'm sure wouldn't scar them at all, while everyone else around them survived... Would I have to have this conversation with the rest of your family? One by one until I was left alone to take care of your children?"
Isidor lowers her voice suddenly, her stare intensifying, fixed on Heather. "If I ever find out you have been giving your food to anyone else, I will put you in custody. You need to eat. We all need to eat. I'm not going to let some misguided instincts ruin that."
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Or perhaps she just doesn't want to.
Folding her arms, she tilts her head at Heather. "And if you were to die, and your family was left to tell your children... If they had to be told that their parents died because they didn't want them to cry, which I'm sure wouldn't scar them at all, while everyone else around them survived... Would I have to have this conversation with the rest of your family? One by one until I was left alone to take care of your children?"
Isidor lowers her voice suddenly, her stare intensifying, fixed on Heather. "If I ever find out you have been giving your food to anyone else, I will put you in custody. You need to eat. We all need to eat. I'm not going to let some misguided instincts ruin that."