It's something to seize upon, even though she depicts something in his voice that could be anything from dislike to simply absent-mindedness. It is difficult to tell, on occasion, even with her recent memories to draw upon... So for now, she simply files that possibility away in the back of her mind, along with a million other scenarios and facts that she has picked up on since she woke up in a cave of crystal. It could be useful. Most things could be.]
Emet-Selch... Father Paul...
[So she stacks the last of the dishes, murmuring the names beneath her breath as if memorizing them... and he offers to take them (her aim), which means she smiles again, the tug of muscles in the corner of her lips that does seem a little rusty... but capable of warmth. Capable.]
Ah... Thank you. Yes, I'm ready.
[She carefully, if not slightly awkwardly, scoots out from her chair, slowly easing to her feet. If there was an infirmary...]
... About the infirmary.
[She looks around the room, at the very... She would describe it as something that looked like it belonged in a sci-fi or fantasy movie. It was almost the same for this man, with his pointed ears and somewhat unnaturally pale skin. Still, it was worth the attempt-]
I used to need blood transfusions...
[She looks at his face for any signs of recognition, if he was familiar with the concept.]
Someone told me that the crystal shards in us are... us now... So am I still going to need those? Do they even have them here... ?
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It's something to seize upon, even though she depicts something in his voice that could be anything from dislike to simply absent-mindedness. It is difficult to tell, on occasion, even with her recent memories to draw upon... So for now, she simply files that possibility away in the back of her mind, along with a million other scenarios and facts that she has picked up on since she woke up in a cave of crystal. It could be useful. Most things could be.]
Emet-Selch... Father Paul...
[So she stacks the last of the dishes, murmuring the names beneath her breath as if memorizing them... and he offers to take them (her aim), which means she smiles again, the tug of muscles in the corner of her lips that does seem a little rusty... but capable of warmth. Capable.]
Ah... Thank you. Yes, I'm ready.
[She carefully, if not slightly awkwardly, scoots out from her chair, slowly easing to her feet. If there was an infirmary...]
... About the infirmary.
[She looks around the room, at the very... She would describe it as something that looked like it belonged in a sci-fi or fantasy movie. It was almost the same for this man, with his pointed ears and somewhat unnaturally pale skin. Still, it was worth the attempt-]
I used to need blood transfusions...
[She looks at his face for any signs of recognition, if he was familiar with the concept.]
Someone told me that the crystal shards in us are... us now... So am I still going to need those? Do they even have them here... ?