[The soldier woman sitting at the foot of the bed doesn't sound angry. It's an honest answer, and her tone is tired more than anything. Her uniform mantle sits folded next to her, her heavy pauldron and tassets and hat stacked neatly atop it. A pair of odd rapiers lay across her lap.]
[Mòrag was used to her own room, yes, but she was familiar with the small quarters of ships, and it wasn't like she's never shared sleeping space with squads before. But this? For the love of the Architect, the bed was wider than the walking space.]
I mean no offense by that. This... last day [—she thinks it's been a day or so?] has been a lot to process.
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[The soldier woman sitting at the foot of the bed doesn't sound angry. It's an honest answer, and her tone is tired more than anything. Her uniform mantle sits folded next to her, her heavy pauldron and tassets and hat stacked neatly atop it. A pair of odd rapiers lay across her lap.]
[Mòrag was used to her own room, yes, but she was familiar with the small quarters of ships, and it wasn't like she's never shared sleeping space with squads before. But this? For the love of the Architect, the bed was wider than the walking space.]
I mean no offense by that. This... last day [—she thinks it's been a day or so?] has been a lot to process.