...They aren't injured worse than they've already recovered from, beyond the exhaustion and the sparks of pain going through their face.
They let the tea balance where it is. Parts their cloak, to show him their scar, that it isn't bleeding, that they are not falling apart in the physical. Points to it, gestures limp-wristed to their entire body, and then to the door, and the Nail gleaming outside against the doorframe. They will not die if he demands they leave.
They may want to, but they will not waste what Sister and now Lemm has given them.
Their hand curls back around the teacup.
They need to do what they are told to do, pleasing or not. They shouldn't do anything else. They can't tell him this, with their limited gestures.
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Date: 2020-09-01 02:27 pm (UTC)...They aren't injured worse than they've already recovered from, beyond the exhaustion and the sparks of pain going through their face.
They let the tea balance where it is. Parts their cloak, to show him their scar, that it isn't bleeding, that they are not falling apart in the physical. Points to it, gestures limp-wristed to their entire body, and then to the door, and the Nail gleaming outside against the doorframe. They will not die if he demands they leave.
They may want to, but they will not waste what Sister and now Lemm has given them.
Their hand curls back around the teacup.
They need to do what they are told to do, pleasing or not. They shouldn't do anything else. They can't tell him this, with their limited gestures.