[Her reaction to that is a bit slower than it might have been on another day, but it does come out... predictably defensive, summoning up some of her reserves of anger she might had thought lost to... something like self-pity, if she were being honest. (But she rarely was, not with this sort of thing.)]
And I do not hang out with horses. Where else do you expect a jinba to go?
[A house?
... But neither of those are necessarily what makes her unable, or unwilling, to leave. There's a moment when she almost doesn't say it. After a stumble, another flick of her dry, tangled mane across the bedding before she averts her gaze.]
... My hooves are cracking.
[It is painful to walk. There. Is he happy to hear it?]
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[Her reaction to that is a bit slower than it might have been on another day, but it does come out... predictably defensive, summoning up some of her reserves of anger she might had thought lost to... something like self-pity, if she were being honest. (But she rarely was, not with this sort of thing.)]
And I do not hang out with horses. Where else do you expect a jinba to go?
[A house?
... But neither of those are necessarily what makes her unable, or unwilling, to leave. There's a moment when she almost doesn't say it. After a stumble, another flick of her dry, tangled mane across the bedding before she averts her gaze.]
... My hooves are cracking.
[It is painful to walk. There. Is he happy to hear it?]