[ . . . is he offering to teach her to fight after hearing that she wanted to shatter someone's ribs? the thought should probably bother her, somewhere. it probably would have bothered inej before she was stolen. but now, all she can think about is how no other man is going to dare touch her without her permission again.
the thought feels safe. and kaz is offering her that safety.
not for the first time this week, inej's mind flickers to the words written along her wrist. ]
I know how tall I am.
[ she says, her tone a little stiff. not quite losing all of the defensiveness or annoyance, but the edges have softened a little. ]
The day is wasted, if we wait until eleven. [ and before inej can stop herself, she continues: ] Rising with the sun is the only way to cast away the night.
[ the words sort of startle her, as she says them. it's something that her mother used to say, chastising her father, who also enjoyed to sleep in a little past sunrise. she hadn't been told that in . . . when was the last time she was in ravka?
it's unimportant, now, as she uncrosses her arms, stooping to collect a jacket that she had tossed in the corner, so she could punch the bag a little more freely. ]
But if you need to sleep in, then be my guest. I will be here.
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Date: 2020-12-27 01:43 am (UTC)the thought feels safe. and kaz is offering her that safety.
not for the first time this week, inej's mind flickers to the words written along her wrist. ]
I know how tall I am.
[ she says, her tone a little stiff. not quite losing all of the defensiveness or annoyance, but the edges have softened a little. ]
The day is wasted, if we wait until eleven. [ and before inej can stop herself, she continues: ] Rising with the sun is the only way to cast away the night.
[ the words sort of startle her, as she says them. it's something that her mother used to say, chastising her father, who also enjoyed to sleep in a little past sunrise. she hadn't been told that in . . . when was the last time she was in ravka?
it's unimportant, now, as she uncrosses her arms, stooping to collect a jacket that she had tossed in the corner, so she could punch the bag a little more freely. ]
But if you need to sleep in, then be my guest. I will be here.