[ she watches him work with silent reverence. back home, she had gotten into her fair share of scrapes. more than her fair share, to be completely honest. healing had always been a good portion of her life — both physically and otherwise. each time, she had always had someone else take care of her wounds. not that she wasn't perfectly capable of learning how to do it herself, but she had had so many shinki then, that every little thing would have one of them behind it, if only so they could prove their use to her. she watches yoon now, working so diligently and effectively, and thinks back to all those shinki of hers who had only ever wanted to show her how much they cared.
after a moment, she has to stifle the wistful smile on her lips. ]
Will you cook me something from your world?
[ when she finally speaks, she looks up at him. she thinks she has perhaps spent enough time thinking about hers. ]
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after a moment, she has to stifle the wistful smile on her lips. ]
Will you cook me something from your world?
[ when she finally speaks, she looks up at him. she thinks she has perhaps spent enough time thinking about hers. ]