[There's still the faintest stutter in her speech from the cold that's soaked her through.]
What you can do with the water.
[His eyes don't bother her. True, the color is strange, but it's a beautiful color; warm and soft. The slitted pupils more strange, and yet there wasn't the unnatural coldness in his gaze. The alien gleam that edged on madness that she was used to seeing light up someone's eyes when their pupils turned catlike. So she didn't hesitate to accept the silent offer of help, and calloused hands stained with mud and smears of green took his arm with a murmur of thanks and apologies for potentially ruining his coat.]
Back home...it wasn't safe to not be normal.
[The words are gentler than what she could have used, hushed as if speaking them alone was a danger. A shudder that she suppresses but she grips his arm just a little tighter before she catches herself and gentles her grip. Whatever it is that makes her voice go soft does not reflect on her face, or in her gaze, as if she's carefully keeping herself from showing any signs of weakness.
Like she's had a lifetime of hiding any faults that could possibly be exploited. Her next words are spoken more to herself than to him, her brows furrowing.]
no subject
[There's still the faintest stutter in her speech from the cold that's soaked her through.]
What you can do with the water.
[His eyes don't bother her. True, the color is strange, but it's a beautiful color; warm and soft. The slitted pupils more strange, and yet there wasn't the unnatural coldness in his gaze. The alien gleam that edged on madness that she was used to seeing light up someone's eyes when their pupils turned catlike. So she didn't hesitate to accept the silent offer of help, and calloused hands stained with mud and smears of green took his arm with a murmur of thanks and apologies for potentially ruining his coat.]
Back home...it wasn't safe to not be normal.
[The words are gentler than what she could have used, hushed as if speaking them alone was a danger. A shudder that she suppresses but she grips his arm just a little tighter before she catches herself and gentles her grip. Whatever it is that makes her voice go soft does not reflect on her face, or in her gaze, as if she's carefully keeping herself from showing any signs of weakness.
Like she's had a lifetime of hiding any faults that could possibly be exploited. Her next words are spoken more to herself than to him, her brows furrowing.]
Maybe it's okay, then...?