A little of the anxious tension seems to go out of Antarcticite's narrow, angular frame at Rutile's words, first that arranging a basin for them to sleep within should be feasible, and then that reminder that yes, there is someone else here in Aifaran who they could speak to about their fears... should they be able to summon up the courage to approach Padparadscha first.
“There. Good as new.”
They drop their eyes to examine their mended leg, eyebrows raising appreciatively. "Oh, that was fast," they exclaim, bending and flexing their knee to test the tensile strength of their limb. They quirk the tiniest of smiles, then reach out to pluck up the glue that Rutile had surreptitiously pilfered from the supply closet. "If only we had this back home; you wouldn't have to spend so much of your time piecing us back together every time we act carelessly."
A pause, before they look back to Rutile from the glue to admit hesitantly, "I wouldn't be a bother to Padparadscha, would I?" They fiddle with the container before setting it down. "They've always been sleeping when I've been awake. I'm not even sure they'd know who I am."
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“There. Good as new.”
They drop their eyes to examine their mended leg, eyebrows raising appreciatively. "Oh, that was fast," they exclaim, bending and flexing their knee to test the tensile strength of their limb. They quirk the tiniest of smiles, then reach out to pluck up the glue that Rutile had surreptitiously pilfered from the supply closet. "If only we had this back home; you wouldn't have to spend so much of your time piecing us back together every time we act carelessly."
A pause, before they look back to Rutile from the glue to admit hesitantly, "I wouldn't be a bother to Padparadscha, would I?" They fiddle with the container before setting it down. "They've always been sleeping when I've been awake. I'm not even sure they'd know who I am."