"Your arm would be lovely, thank you." Peggy felt a rush of relief. As silly and prideful as it was, she would have been ready to try her luck at just trudging through the snow alone if it meant that she wouldn't have to ask for help. Being offered it removed the need.
"Peggy Carter. It's a pleasure, Ms. Wells."
Under usual circumstances, Peggy was loath to accept help from anyone. She was proud and fiercely independent. Yet considering their situation, she had to just accept a little humility and admit that she needed someone, at least until the blindness wore off or she learned how to deal with it on her own. It was made easier by the fact that she was accepting help from a woman instead of a man--with a woman, she didn't feel the need to put on nearly so many airs, because women don't need to fight tooth and nail for other women to respect them.
(And, to be frank, she doesn't expect a woman to take advantage of her the way a man might try. She's encountered women who manipulate and kill before, but she can't afford to be suspicious right now when she may die of exposure all over again without someone's help. Luckily, taking the woman's arm would allow Peggy to take control of one of Helena's limbs if she turned out to be a hostile.)
She held out her arm for Helena to take, still not quite trusting herself to try to take the woman's arm on her own. Considering how well she had been navigating thus far, she would have accidentally grabbed something inappropriate instead. "I have some things in my bag that we could review. I'm afraid that it's ink and paper for the most part, but you should be able to read it just fine." That was another obstacle she'd have to deal with if the blindness was permanent. She would have to learn how to write in braille and depend on others to read regular type out loud to her.
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"Peggy Carter. It's a pleasure, Ms. Wells."
Under usual circumstances, Peggy was loath to accept help from anyone. She was proud and fiercely independent. Yet considering their situation, she had to just accept a little humility and admit that she needed someone, at least until the blindness wore off or she learned how to deal with it on her own. It was made easier by the fact that she was accepting help from a woman instead of a man--with a woman, she didn't feel the need to put on nearly so many airs, because women don't need to fight tooth and nail for other women to respect them.
(And, to be frank, she doesn't expect a woman to take advantage of her the way a man might try. She's encountered women who manipulate and kill before, but she can't afford to be suspicious right now when she may die of exposure all over again without someone's help. Luckily, taking the woman's arm would allow Peggy to take control of one of Helena's limbs if she turned out to be a hostile.)
She held out her arm for Helena to take, still not quite trusting herself to try to take the woman's arm on her own. Considering how well she had been navigating thus far, she would have accidentally grabbed something inappropriate instead. "I have some things in my bag that we could review. I'm afraid that it's ink and paper for the most part, but you should be able to read it just fine." That was another obstacle she'd have to deal with if the blindness was permanent. She would have to learn how to write in braille and depend on others to read regular type out loud to her.