[ The discomfort is expected, though she's grateful that it doesn't seem pronounced, nor does he appear to be cursing her name. Not that he knows it yet, but still. It says something about his experiences before this place, and perhaps since arriving, that he just sort of takes it in stride, offering helpful comments rather than interrogating questions. But no, those memories drifting along their connection, like dust filtering through sunbeams, offers a glimpse of a life full of encounters with people and creatures unlike himself. Maybe, if she's lucky, more of the others will be like him.
(She may not require their permission, but she does desperately long for their acceptance.) ]
(What do you mean?) [ Perhaps it's because she's still getting her footing here, but she can't quite piece together what he means. Then she looks down at her gloves and shrugs slightly, enough to be noticed under all the layers.]
(As for spares, I don't have any money. I have another pair that I brought with me, though.) [ There's a sense of regret and distaste with the words, for she'd much rather watch those grey gloves burn than wear them again. If only she had that option. ]
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(She may not require their permission, but she does desperately long for their acceptance.) ]
( What do you mean? ) [ Perhaps it's because she's still getting her footing here, but she can't quite piece together what he means. Then she looks down at her gloves and shrugs slightly, enough to be noticed under all the layers.]
( As for spares, I don't have any money. I have another pair that I brought with me, though. ) [ There's a sense of regret and distaste with the words, for she'd much rather watch those grey gloves burn than wear them again. If only she had that option. ]