[ Maika flops on her back on the floor, making herself at home — with the tiniest intentional courtesy towards not staring at Kainé while she eats. It's funny to see some of her own traits so mirrored, but distorted in reflection. Maika knows that "thanks" wouldn't have come as easily to her lips. ]
Same shit. I hate feeling weaker around so many people, too.
[ She pauses for a second; but she has no reason to hide what's common knowledge back home. And she wants to meet Kainé halfway. She tugs her tank top down casually far enough to bare the brand of the eclipsing eye on the center of her chest, vertically bisected by a fading, healed scar. ]
Normally... I'd be a lot hungrier than this. Call it a family trait. That got taken away before I got here, too. [ Another pause, as she figures out how to put it: ] I hated it, at first. But having something ripped away from you after you'd made it part of you? I hate that, too.
[ She wonders about Kainé's magic, how she can say that so offhand. Maika's never learned to be sanguine about losing things. ]
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Same shit. I hate feeling weaker around so many people, too.
[ She pauses for a second; but she has no reason to hide what's common knowledge back home. And she wants to meet Kainé halfway. She tugs her tank top down casually far enough to bare the brand of the eclipsing eye on the center of her chest, vertically bisected by a fading, healed scar. ]
Normally... I'd be a lot hungrier than this. Call it a family trait. That got taken away before I got here, too. [ Another pause, as she figures out how to put it: ] I hated it, at first. But having something ripped away from you after you'd made it part of you? I hate that, too.
[ She wonders about Kainé's magic, how she can say that so offhand. Maika's never learned to be sanguine about losing things. ]