[ That's worse, somehow. It keeps things messy. If she'd traded in her humanity for power it'd be easier to dislike her or write her off, but as is— well, she's just a woman with terrible luck.
Mat sits up, hand dropping away from his scarf. He's still distinctly uncomfortable, but now it's got the taste of awkward pity. Memories of monsters are half forgotten, half deliberately stamped out. ]
And now you can't go out in sunlight. [ Bringing it back around. It sounds like a poor trade. ] Sorry. People choose, I think— where I'm from.
[ He hopes. Now that he's thinking about it, he's not entirely sure how human the Dragon Reborn's meant to be, but that's a slippery slope. There's a pause while he grasps for something more conversational, shying away from the heavy topics they're stumbling into. ] Are there a lot of you?
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Mat sits up, hand dropping away from his scarf. He's still distinctly uncomfortable, but now it's got the taste of awkward pity. Memories of monsters are half forgotten, half deliberately stamped out. ]
And now you can't go out in sunlight. [ Bringing it back around. It sounds like a poor trade. ] Sorry. People choose, I think— where I'm from.
[ He hopes. Now that he's thinking about it, he's not entirely sure how human the Dragon Reborn's meant to be, but that's a slippery slope. There's a pause while he grasps for something more conversational, shying away from the heavy topics they're stumbling into. ] Are there a lot of you?