[ her spoiled appetite roils in response. watching blood speckle and paint ravka's royal church has its way of mitigating hunger. but she smiles through it, just the same, wishing it were so simple. wishing she were a child that would find their problems easily fixed by assuaging a sweet tooth. ]
Maybe. If I get lucky.
[ it's an easy joke to continue. and it doesn't evade her, what that represents: home for some sliver of normalcy. a return to routine she craves more than any richness on her tongue. being with him had been simple, effortless; being with him, in this place ...
it almost feels off, the both of them unbalanced. the low hum of permanent anxiety that seems to bristle off of him, now that she's paying attention to it. her hands stroke slowly up and down his arms in an absent, subconscious motion. ]
What's our rationing system look like? [ her brows knit as she recalcuates, with dawning and uncomfortable uncertainty. ] We do have rations, don't we?
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Maybe. If I get lucky.
[ it's an easy joke to continue. and it doesn't evade her, what that represents: home for some sliver of normalcy. a return to routine she craves more than any richness on her tongue. being with him had been simple, effortless; being with him, in this place ...
it almost feels off, the both of them unbalanced. the low hum of permanent anxiety that seems to bristle off of him, now that she's paying attention to it. her hands stroke slowly up and down his arms in an absent, subconscious motion. ]
What's our rationing system look like? [ her brows knit as she recalcuates, with dawning and uncomfortable uncertainty. ] We do have rations, don't we?