Anju
He may be nervous, but Anju is too drained to pick up on it as she would have otherwise. With no magic in Stormbreak, she’s accustomed to healing slowly even with modern medicine, and while she’d never been hit with electrical attacks before she is adept at gritting her teeth through pain for the sake of healing.
Relief paints her pretty face plainly at his hurried answer, and she lifts her forearms for him to splash the water against. It makes her hiss, but the relative cold (what minimal chill remains from a hard-pressed flask in the desert) is more of a relief than she had anticipated, so the sting is minimal. “Tal,” she says back in her lightly accented voice, committing the pronunciation - and his face - to memory. The distractions are deeply appreciated, and though replying means forsaking the leather, the pain is lessened with the water enough for her to forcefully ignore it in favor of conversation. Not her strongest suit, but anything was better than focusing on the pull of cotton against gnarled skin. “And I’ve never met a Halovian at all,” she counters, distantly amused by that in a way that makes her wonder if she’s in shock. “Yes, I know Finn. Though not well. He is - or was - a member of our government.” Then he and October had moved around in the wake of the Tower’s destruction, and Anju had not bothered to keep herself apprised from there. “What is Halo like? The books we have compare our lands like they are antithesis. All I know is it is an icy-” Riya nudges her, breaking her off before she can call it a wasteland like the books had said. Anju tries to recover smoothly, but as a creature who is far from socially apt, it’s clearly fumbled. “Er, that it’s relatively inhospitable.”
Relief paints her pretty face plainly at his hurried answer, and she lifts her forearms for him to splash the water against. It makes her hiss, but the relative cold (what minimal chill remains from a hard-pressed flask in the desert) is more of a relief than she had anticipated, so the sting is minimal. “Tal,” she says back in her lightly accented voice, committing the pronunciation - and his face - to memory. The distractions are deeply appreciated, and though replying means forsaking the leather, the pain is lessened with the water enough for her to forcefully ignore it in favor of conversation. Not her strongest suit, but anything was better than focusing on the pull of cotton against gnarled skin. “And I’ve never met a Halovian at all,” she counters, distantly amused by that in a way that makes her wonder if she’s in shock. “Yes, I know Finn. Though not well. He is - or was - a member of our government.” Then he and October had moved around in the wake of the Tower’s destruction, and Anju had not bothered to keep herself apprised from there. “What is Halo like? The books we have compare our lands like they are antithesis. All I know is it is an icy-” Riya nudges her, breaking her off before she can call it a wasteland like the books had said. Anju tries to recover smoothly, but as a creature who is far from socially apt, it’s clearly fumbled. “Er, that it’s relatively inhospitable.”
I didn’t mean to be this kind of creature
The brain, the heart, the color or the features
The brain, the heart, the color or the features
