But, he wouldn't be terribly wrong, would he? She’s still new, still finding her footing and wading knee-deep through too many unknowns. The reality of this still hasn't sunk quite in. Like dream-fog, blurred around the edges. An infinite game of catch up and for all of her obstinance, she does need them.
Their knowledge, their familiarity with a world she knows nothing about, if it is to where she finds herself for however long a time.
“I feel fine,” a beat, as she heads for the door. “Better than when I first woke up.” Another pause. “Thank you.” Was that really so fucking hard Yen.
“I’ll look there on my own time. I've no doubt you have more pressing tasks than watching me pick through whatever excuse of taste they may have,” her own time to perhaps find enough to weave together into something more to her tastes. She’s no seamstress, but what the hell would be the point of magic if not to get you what you wanted.
A short laugh. “It will have to stay here, I'm afraid, until I'm able to speak with Ellie. If you've no objection?" She had draped it, neatly, over the sofa's backrest.Hey, it wasn't winter where she was. But probably.
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Their knowledge, their familiarity with a world she knows nothing about, if it is to where she finds herself for however long a time.
“I feel fine,” a beat, as she heads for the door. “Better than when I first woke up.” Another pause. “Thank you.” Was that really so fucking hard Yen.
“I’ll look there on my own time. I've no doubt you have more pressing tasks than watching me pick through whatever excuse of taste they may have,” her own time to perhaps find enough to weave together into something more to her tastes. She’s no seamstress, but what the hell would be the point of magic if not to get you what you wanted.
A short laugh. “It will have to stay here, I'm afraid, until I'm able to speak with Ellie. If you've no objection?" She had draped it, neatly, over the sofa's backrest.
Hey, it wasn't winter where she was. But probably.