With caution he disassembled the cloak, each stitch spared earning a visible softening of her expression - not into apathy, but rather a touch of fondness, appreciation, even. With a weary huff of amusement she collected each strip of cloak-turned-bandage, folding them each as neatly as she could in her lap. Her movements were slow to account for the unsteadiness in her hands, her voice a low murmur, as if she didn't quite want to be heard. "You would in times of war." Still, she didn't sound so much disappointed, only reflective, lapsing into quiet listening once again as he turned the given name over in his mouth. Melinoë. She repeated the lie in her thoughts, only because she could think of no other. "At least I'm unique."
In fact, the more he spoke and the more the edges between what she could barely recall of a world before this and this new alien place blurred and the panicked memories became something more like a dream. Vivid and bewildering when you first awake and fading with time into incomplete details that one could not clearly explain. There were words that matched and concepts but little else - unable to draw clear parallels she instead attempted to commit this knowledge to mind, repeating it softly beneath her breath. She bore a smile, canting her head in a nod. "Gods, then? Are they common?" She asked not merely as a matter of curiosity but concern. Being disliked by the gods sounded decidedly unlucky, but also promising. Gods did not often detest that which did not threaten them.
In fact, the more he spoke and the more the edges between what she could barely recall of a world before this and this new alien place blurred and the panicked memories became something more like a dream. Vivid and bewildering when you first awake and fading with time into incomplete details that one could not clearly explain. There were words that matched and concepts but little else - unable to draw clear parallels she instead attempted to commit this knowledge to mind, repeating it softly beneath her breath. She bore a smile, canting her head in a nod. "Gods, then? Are they common?" She asked not merely as a matter of curiosity but concern. Being disliked by the gods sounded decidedly unlucky, but also promising. Gods did not often detest that which did not threaten them.
