[Her lips purse slightly at his tone. Geeze, guy, she was trying to be nice. But perhaps it's intuition, or maybe her connection to the mental world informing her, but regardless she senses the sharpness isn't necessarily directed at her, but rather the whole situation around them. And she can hardly blame him for that, knowing what she does.
So she tilts her head, and leans back against an appropriately sized rock (was it always there, or did it just form from the smoke?), countering his vitriol with courtesy.]
You could offer your name, instead? Mine is Zelda.
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So she tilts her head, and leans back against an appropriately sized rock (was it always there, or did it just form from the smoke?), countering his vitriol with courtesy.]
You could offer your name, instead? Mine is Zelda.