[For needing him to be the calm one, for accidentally making him step up when she’s the one who ought to be helping him, somehow, reorienting him in a world he’s been away from. For borrowing and bloodying one of the cords of his clothes.
But she can’t say anything but that at first. It’s taking all her willpower to not cry, the shock of his arrival another crack in the dam holding back the emotions of the last month, the soaring hopes and crushing disappointment she’s suffered in the midst of the last event to sweep through the city. She has to stay positive, keep moving forward... but every time she looks at the eggshells on the mantle, the flower in the garden, she just wants to-]
N- No, please do...
[She seizes on the opportunity immediately, the chance to show her gratitude and possibly be of help in turn instead of just a drag.]
Let me make you dinner and I can help you catch up or something... I know it won’t compare to the sorts of meals you’ve probably eaten in the capital, but. I never got to repay you properly for inviting me to the festival at your tea house...
[It seems so long ago. Each month in this place seemed like three, like six, the pace at which Lunatia moved too much for a farm girl from Tateyama, swept away and at the mercy of magics and technologies she couldn’t or just didn’t understand. She feels like she’s aged years in the single year she’s been here... but her body hasn’t really changed, frozen in time but for the scars she’s been unfortunate enough to pick up along the way.]
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[For needing him to be the calm one, for accidentally making him step up when she’s the one who ought to be helping him, somehow, reorienting him in a world he’s been away from. For borrowing and bloodying one of the cords of his clothes.
But she can’t say anything but that at first. It’s taking all her willpower to not cry, the shock of his arrival another crack in the dam holding back the emotions of the last month, the soaring hopes and crushing disappointment she’s suffered in the midst of the last event to sweep through the city. She has to stay positive, keep moving forward... but every time she looks at the eggshells on the mantle, the flower in the garden, she just wants to-]
N- No, please do...
[She seizes on the opportunity immediately, the chance to show her gratitude and possibly be of help in turn instead of just a drag.]
Let me make you dinner and I can help you catch up or something... I know it won’t compare to the sorts of meals you’ve probably eaten in the capital, but. I never got to repay you properly for inviting me to the festival at your tea house...
[It seems so long ago. Each month in this place seemed like three, like six, the pace at which Lunatia moved too much for a farm girl from Tateyama, swept away and at the mercy of magics and technologies she couldn’t or just didn’t understand. She feels like she’s aged years in the single year she’s been here... but her body hasn’t really changed, frozen in time but for the scars she’s been unfortunate enough to pick up along the way.]