Celty's neck stump bobbed in a bit of a nod. The reassurance was kind, and while there was a feeling about Patchouli that she couldn't quite put her finger on just yet she felt that she could trust her. It was much the same with Sharak, though Celty also got the feeling that she didn't have to worry about being shot at by her new god.
Or at least, guns weren't what she'd have to worry about.
Perhaps, though she lacked the full memories of it, it had to do with the fact that Patchouli was like her, a woman who was far older than she looked and slightly more attuned with things on this Shore than the other.
She stood there for another awkward moment as she tried to think if there's anything else, but the introductions had been done and it seemed there were no pressing fires for her to put out.
'Ah. Well. Thank you for letting us stay then.'
She bowed again, a bit more formal this time, in the Japanese style. Just another curious bit of habit and muscle memory she was only starting to have memories to explain.
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Or at least, guns weren't what she'd have to worry about.
Perhaps, though she lacked the full memories of it, it had to do with the fact that Patchouli was like her, a woman who was far older than she looked and slightly more attuned with things on this Shore than the other.
She stood there for another awkward moment as she tried to think if there's anything else, but the introductions had been done and it seemed there were no pressing fires for her to put out.
'Ah. Well. Thank you for letting us stay then.'
She bowed again, a bit more formal this time, in the Japanese style. Just another curious bit of habit and muscle memory she was only starting to have memories to explain.