[Finding no response is a relief for other reasons. The touch of Angel's hand is distracting, and she assumes that the distraction would be far more obvious if it weren't for the haze of Angel's mind. When she turns toward her, joy in both her expression and tone, the distraction heightens despite herself. Lexa's eyes remain impassive and heavy, but only out of training and little else.]
It would be easier if there were a pointed edge. [To the staff. Her aim with spears is something she's confident in, and as her eyes move along the pole, she knows her limitations.
Still, she makes a decisive nod, understanding now why she's here.] You'll stay? [Angel seems likely to wander off, so it feels necessary to ask.]
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It would be easier if there were a pointed edge. [To the staff. Her aim with spears is something she's confident in, and as her eyes move along the pole, she knows her limitations.
Still, she makes a decisive nod, understanding now why she's here.] You'll stay? [Angel seems likely to wander off, so it feels necessary to ask.]