[ she lets out a little noise of irritation. but again, she isn't all that worked up. she's just being a brat.
she peels herself off the couch and squirrels through her meager belongings. she has her silk pants that she arrived with, and a shirt from last week's mini event. she really doesn't want to put on her whole Nice Outfit:tm: again. which means she's ditching the silk pants too. guess she's using a towel as a skirt; it's less shyness and more having modesty ingrained in her. so she leaves to change into her shirt, and comes back with her bundle of wet clothes, while also using like half the towels to ~protect her modesty. laugh at her waddling over to leave her clothes out to dry, it's fine.
[shenhe is also a brat and is therefore immune to brat behavior.
she also doesn't laugh, but she does look faintly amused at nahri putting her things out to dry. she's going to change too, though she's a little less modest, just stripping out of her crispy hawaiian shirt and into her soft black pants and shirt she bought earlier this week. when nahri comes back out, shenhe's undone her very long hair and is sitting on the backless couch, coming it out with a small white-jade comb.
... she pauses in that, though, gently putting the comb down on the couch before wandering over to nahri's clothes. carefully, she summons a small flame, aiming to help dry them out.]
They'll dry out on their own, Shenhe. [ now she feels the creep of embarrassment again. it's weird having anyone do things for her. but she isn't chiding or otherwise upset with what she's doing. it's just!! a weird personal thing!! she has to cope with!!
well now she can't sit down on that couch because there's a comb there. even if it is taking up only 1% of the space. ]
[ nahri isn't about to assign emotional attachment to the woman who struggles with emotional attachment. but something about the phrasing pulls at her. ]
I'd like to learn more about her, if you'd tell me.
[ and she's kicking herself, a little, after kind-of-not-really going through her mess and not taking the time to listen to her teammate. ]
She rescued me, and trained me. I've known her since I was five years old. [...] She loves to ride the wind, and she is very wise. Some people find her hard to speak to, but I never have.
[help she seems to find that first part sort of funny.]
... It's hard for me to think of the concept of family. [she says, after a moment.] I think of forming close bonds with people and wonder if it will be out of my reach for as long as I live.
[ this is probably the most thoughtful she's been, at least up until this point. usually she'd just badger someone for answers. but shenhe is different. ]
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she peels herself off the couch and squirrels through her meager belongings. she has her silk pants that she arrived with, and a shirt from last week's mini event. she really doesn't want to put on her whole Nice Outfit:tm: again. which means she's ditching the silk pants too. guess she's using a towel as a skirt; it's less shyness and more having modesty ingrained in her. so she leaves to change into her shirt, and comes back with her bundle of wet clothes, while also using like half the towels to ~protect her modesty. laugh at her waddling over to leave her clothes out to dry, it's fine.
she still isn't laying down though lol ]
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she also doesn't laugh, but she does look faintly amused at nahri putting her things out to dry. she's going to change too, though she's a little less modest, just stripping out of her crispy hawaiian shirt and into her soft black pants and shirt she bought earlier this week. when nahri comes back out, shenhe's undone her very long hair and is sitting on the backless couch, coming it out with a small white-jade comb.
... she pauses in that, though, gently putting the comb down on the couch before wandering over to nahri's clothes. carefully, she summons a small flame, aiming to help dry them out.]
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well now she can't sit down on that couch because there's a comb there. even if it is taking up only 1% of the space. ]
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[direct as always,
she'll help just a little, and then go back over to the couch to pick up her comb. she holds it for a moment, tracing her fingers over it.]
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Where did you get it? [ her question is gentle. she feels a little bad interjecting in this moment. ]
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My Master made it, and gave it to me when I was a child. [...
maybe without much of any ado, she just adds:] My hair was black, back then.
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The two of you were close?
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[she is very fond of her master, but she has such a hard time with emotional connections that she isn't sure she can claim close.]
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I'd like to learn more about her, if you'd tell me.
[ and she's kicking herself, a little, after kind-of-not-really going through her mess and not taking the time to listen to her teammate. ]
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She rescued me, and trained me. I've known her since I was five years old. [...] She loves to ride the wind, and she is very wise. Some people find her hard to speak to, but I never have.
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I'm glad you have someone like that.
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... It's hard for me to think of the concept of family. [she says, after a moment.] I think of forming close bonds with people and wonder if it will be out of my reach for as long as I live.
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[ this is probably the most thoughtful she's been, at least up until this point. usually she'd just badger someone for answers. but shenhe is different. ]
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[...] They suppress all of my emotions, I suppose.
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Oh, Shenhe.
[ this isn't something she can fix. it tugs at her heart, and she'll just have to feel for the both of them right now. ]
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it feels better for nahri to know, at least. for her to know why she can't always react the way other people want her to.]
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I like you as you are. You don't need to be anything else.