[Again, she feels that stab of shame low in both her guts for how weak in the knees such a simple gesture can make her. The same way it had that first night, and it’s so easy here, removed from the rest, to press her cheek against his palm. She cannot weep again. It was bad enough that she had done so already, even if no one had seen it but the cold metal walls of her ship quarters. She cannot- and yet a few spill out. He was returned.
But she shakes her head against his hand, biting into her lip. It sounds accusatory to her to name his brother as the source of such thoughts. It was not her place to stand between them, and she already regretted approaching him in the first place. Let him think it was simply something she had come to think, if possible, seeing how openly other members of Hathaway cavorted and spoke.]
Yet I cannot take two legs much longer, even if you have returned-
[So even if he did forgive her... despite the nature of their first conversation, Hayame still cannot yet truly picture such a thing. Someone shaped as a human was, and a jinba. Not as equals. It would end, and they would...
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But she shakes her head against his hand, biting into her lip. It sounds accusatory to her to name his brother as the source of such thoughts. It was not her place to stand between them, and she already regretted approaching him in the first place. Let him think it was simply something she had come to think, if possible, seeing how openly other members of Hathaway cavorted and spoke.]
Yet I cannot take two legs much longer, even if you have returned-
[So even if he did forgive her... despite the nature of their first conversation, Hayame still cannot yet truly picture such a thing. Someone shaped as a human was, and a jinba. Not as equals. It would end, and they would...
She isn’t sure.]