I read her breakdown as a sign of shame and guilt. She says she's not afraid, so I believe her. I let her go and walk into the kitchen to grab a peeler of my own and set to work beside her, efficiently stripping the skin away in long strips. We work together in silence for a few minutes before I quietly fracture the stillness.
"I suppose it's not fair for me to stand in judgment over you, Plover. I...too have had to make the anguishing decision to snuff out a young life." I hint at the shared experience, but don't elaborate.
"It's a heavy burden I will carry the rest of my days. Would that you didn't have to carry your own." Three potatoes later, I continue.
"How long ago did this happen?"OOC:
I'm interpreting that Plover lying about her fears is what we the audience know, even if Litch misinterprets it. If it's something he would pick up on as well, I'll adjust the language.