[she's sitting up in bed, so that's a start. she has her face paint off due to the burns still healing on the side of her face, but she's drawn a rough skull shape in blood.]
and then harrow will notice a change in their voice when they speak again - it's less gravelly, less rough. smoother, like fine wine. familiar. aquila sounds tired, reaching up under his veil briefly to likely rub the space between his eyebrows. ]
...The less said, generally better, but some things can at least be spoken around, for a short time. Striking the grass often alerts the snake.
You're clever; there were a few times when I thought you'd figured things out.
[ with a little laugh, there. they just stay like that for a second, hand under their veil. ] Aside from your choice of embarrassing story. [ thank you for telling them about their own dumbass murder to their face ] But more... well. We had a conversation about duty - and about how acting on it can hurt people who love you.
[the choice of embarrassing story is the most likely indicator she'd figured it out.
she frowns and looks down.]
There were a few times I thought, perhaps. But you didn't sound exactly like...I would expect. And I was afraid I was seeing things that weren't there.
...ugh, though. they nod, pulling their hand back down. there's a moment where they shift where they're sitting, and absently make like they're lifting their glove to scratch their wrist. it shows a flash of purple on their palm, just for a second, before they put it back. ]
I know. I can't blame you. [ a little huff; they pick up that rough, gravelly tone again briefly. ] Was the point.
[ they pause, for a moment, falling quiet like they're trying to decide what to say. ]
... Finding me easy to trust, was perhaps, for one reason more than another. [ considering. that's a little bit rueful, but then, quietly, and very genuinely: ] I'm sorry.
he huffs a little. it's affection week, so - even though aquila tends to be not that great at this, he reaches out anyway and squeezes her arm gently somewhere unbroken.]
You can trust Aquila, yeah? 's a trustworthy bird. That much I can tell. You're clever. 's about all I can say.
well, a little tension in their shoulders is obvious when it releases but they hug her back with no hesitation, and they huff a little laugh. up that close, harrow can easily tell that aquila smells like fresh medicine. ]
Yeah? Maybe I can teach you, huh? 'm a people person. [ shut the fuck up, aquila ]
[she will pull away, because it would be strange for her to hug aquila, a near stranger, for too long. she's so awkward, so unsure what she's allowed.]
...I know you're limited in answering, but why? Why are you all...?
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anyway. harrow's not left waiting long - the shadows coalesce just inside the door, and out of them steps aquila. ]
Harrow. [ they hesitate a moment, but then cross the room to wherever she is settled. ] How're you feeling?
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I'm alright. Come in.
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You look terrible. [ wow ]
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[she makes a face at them.]
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Yeah, well. Sort of the in a pinch emergency healer more than the "triage the inside bleeding repeatedly" healer, but what can you do.
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[she fiddles with her fingers, awkward.]
Lup talked to us about the rooms...?
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[ ... they
tilt their head. ]
Rooms?
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hm. there's a noticeable moment of tenseness, as they hold still. ] ...Yeah? Weird. Feathers?
[ ... ] Anything else interesting?
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[she chews on her thumbnail.]
Hmm, this is difficult. I don't know what can't be said, so I have to assume nothing really can be.
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they're quiet, for a long moment.
and then harrow will notice a change in their voice when they speak again - it's less gravelly, less rough. smoother, like fine wine. familiar. aquila sounds tired, reaching up under his veil briefly to likely rub the space between his eyebrows. ]
...The less said, generally better, but some things can at least be spoken around, for a short time. Striking the grass often alerts the snake.
[ a little ruefully. ] Harrow. I had wondered.
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[she's watching them directly, arms wrapped around herself.]
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[ with a little laugh, there. they just stay like that for a second, hand under their veil. ] Aside from your choice of embarrassing story. [ thank you for telling them about their own dumbass murder to their face ] But more... well. We had a conversation about duty - and about how acting on it can hurt people who love you.
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she frowns and looks down.]
There were a few times I thought, perhaps. But you didn't sound exactly like...I would expect. And I was afraid I was seeing things that weren't there.
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...ugh, though. they nod, pulling their hand back down. there's a moment where they shift where they're sitting, and absently make like they're lifting their glove to scratch their wrist. it shows a flash of purple on their palm, just for a second, before they put it back. ]
I know. I can't blame you. [ a little huff; they pick up that rough, gravelly tone again briefly. ] Was the point.
[ they pause, for a moment, falling quiet like they're trying to decide what to say. ]
... Finding me easy to trust, was perhaps, for one reason more than another. [ considering. that's a little bit rueful, but then, quietly, and very genuinely: ] I'm sorry.
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[whether it's because she did or didn't know, either way, she doesn't like to feel left in the dark, led along.]
But I'm glad that I know that I can trust you.
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he huffs a little. it's affection week, so - even though aquila tends to be not that great at this, he reaches out anyway and squeezes her arm gently somewhere unbroken.]
You can trust Aquila, yeah? 's a trustworthy bird. That much I can tell. You're clever. 's about all I can say.
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Not clever enough when it comes to people, I'm afraid.
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well, a little tension in their shoulders is obvious when it releases but they hug her back with no hesitation, and they huff a little laugh. up that close, harrow can easily tell that aquila smells like fresh medicine. ]
Yeah? Maybe I can teach you, huh? 'm a people person. [ shut the fuck up, aquila ]
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[she will pull away, because it would be strange for her to hug aquila, a near stranger, for too long. she's so awkward, so unsure what she's allowed.]
...I know you're limited in answering, but why? Why are you all...?
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they tilt their head. ]
Why what?
[ there's a slightly meaningful pause there; they're limited in answering to say the least. ]
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Tell me if I ought to stop. Is it a choice you made, or is it a choice someone else made?
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[ a little shake of their veil. ]
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...In the place I was in, something happened. There was an audience of skeletons observing us.
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