[ The woman's smile only grows wider, unnerving at how obviously she's seizing the opportunity that Kija is presenting her.
"My, you mustn't lie," she admonishes, "bad habits like that rot the flesh."
She ushers them both inside then, and Bolin finds himself growing more uncomfortable, though he can't bring himself to argue with an old woman. He hovers closer to Kija, finding the other man considerably more comforting despite their rocky first meeting. ]
We should leave ASAP. [ He whispers, anxiety increasing once the door shuts behind them, leaving them in the dark house. (It's made of gingerbread, there's no electricity or plumbing??)
But she hears him, and urges them further into her kitchen.
"You wouldn't consider leaving before we eat, would you?" ]
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"My, you mustn't lie," she admonishes, "bad habits like that rot the flesh."
She ushers them both inside then, and Bolin finds himself growing more uncomfortable, though he can't bring himself to argue with an old woman. He hovers closer to Kija, finding the other man considerably more comforting despite their rocky first meeting. ]
We should leave ASAP. [ He whispers, anxiety increasing once the door shuts behind them, leaving them in the dark house. (It's made of gingerbread, there's no electricity or plumbing??)
But she hears him, and urges them further into her kitchen.
"You wouldn't consider leaving before we eat, would you?" ]