[Clara really has to think on what Marta's said here. She takes in her words, and she stops to really take in Marta's accent for the first time. And some things start to fall into place. Things are different in the states, but not so different at the root of things like Marta's referring to.
Hate shows itself in ugly, cruel ways all over the galaxy.
Clara comes from a place of not having to worry about that until she left her home planet and went to others where she was the one that was different. She's privileged enough to not have to make herself small.
She stands at Marta's side, unsure of what to say. So she doesn't say anything at first and simply reaches over to curl her fingers around the other woman's wrist. She stops her from stirring further, and shifts her hand so she can gently press her palm against Marta's cheek. With the most careful of touches she guides her to look her way. Marta doesn't have to bow her head here, curl in on herself to make herself small and seem like she's invisible. Not here, not around her.]
It's the same in my world. But here, you are always welcome.
[And with that promise her hand drops away, gently taking the whisk from Marta so she can stir some instead.]
cw: racism
Hate shows itself in ugly, cruel ways all over the galaxy.
Clara comes from a place of not having to worry about that until she left her home planet and went to others where she was the one that was different. She's privileged enough to not have to make herself small.
She stands at Marta's side, unsure of what to say. So she doesn't say anything at first and simply reaches over to curl her fingers around the other woman's wrist. She stops her from stirring further, and shifts her hand so she can gently press her palm against Marta's cheek. With the most careful of touches she guides her to look her way. Marta doesn't have to bow her head here, curl in on herself to make herself small and seem like she's invisible. Not here, not around her.]
It's the same in my world. But here, you are always welcome.
[And with that promise her hand drops away, gently taking the whisk from Marta so she can stir some instead.]