"You too, Asta!" she chimes. Having been told the tale of her birth and all the loving witnesses, Knell feels even more comfortable around him. She might not remember the moment or the people's faces, but she could feel the love in the room, could hear the pride in her mom's voice as she described the momentous occasion that so many people had come to share. It's like she already knows him.
His polite response to her question is everything she'd expect from the man, but it also reminds her that no matter how much it feels like she knows him and should know him, there may be parts he doesn't want to share. The gentle refusal to say more is met with a soft disappointment, the kind that comes when a page has been torn out of a book, realizing that it's a mystery she may never solve. Her smile turns dim, faded with unsated curiosity. "Oh. Okay." But she doesn't press, deciding that Asta might be a mystery to be solved another day.
Knell's eyes fix on something here and now, mapping the 'veins' he shows her. She tilts her head to inspect it closer, tail weaving an intrigued rhythm behind her when she begins to understand the scope of it. "Woah. Is it the same for all people?" Does she have the same map of veins in her? Does he? Do animals? It makes sense when she thinks about it, but Knell wants official confirmation, to grasp the scope of this knowledge and its meaning.
His polite response to her question is everything she'd expect from the man, but it also reminds her that no matter how much it feels like she knows him and should know him, there may be parts he doesn't want to share. The gentle refusal to say more is met with a soft disappointment, the kind that comes when a page has been torn out of a book, realizing that it's a mystery she may never solve. Her smile turns dim, faded with unsated curiosity. "Oh. Okay." But she doesn't press, deciding that Asta might be a mystery to be solved another day.
Knell's eyes fix on something here and now, mapping the 'veins' he shows her. She tilts her head to inspect it closer, tail weaving an intrigued rhythm behind her when she begins to understand the scope of it. "Woah. Is it the same for all people?" Does she have the same map of veins in her? Does he? Do animals? It makes sense when she thinks about it, but Knell wants official confirmation, to grasp the scope of this knowledge and its meaning.
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