[When Claude enters the clearing, Hayame is standing by the stream, her back to him and her arms down by her sides. Her head is slightly down, her tail slightly traitorous, flicking back and forth in betrayal of how anxious she was despite how cold or calm she was trying to appear.
A good spot. A good spot... to talk.
She cannot call him a fool today. She is the fool, who had dreamed this would go differently, who thought she could somehow speak to him again as if nothing had changed, like she could just rewind... Wouldn't it be better if they did? Wouldn't it make all of this easier... ?
Hayame doesn't stir much, but her eye drifts to the side and down, watching Claude (Khalid) splash water on his face as she bites into her bottom lip. ... He looked hale. ... That was good.]
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A good spot. A good spot... to talk.
She cannot call him a fool today. She is the fool, who had dreamed this would go differently, who thought she could somehow speak to him again as if nothing had changed, like she could just rewind... Wouldn't it be better if they did? Wouldn't it make all of this easier... ?
Hayame doesn't stir much, but her eye drifts to the side and down, watching Claude (Khalid) splash water on his face as she bites into her bottom lip. ... He looked hale. ... That was good.]