[ In the couple weeks she's been shadowing him, she's gotten used to keeping pace with him. Just fast enough to stay by his side without slowing or having to speed up from lagging behind. Admittedly, it's strange having someone at his side, rather than sticking behind him—most of the Dregs do that, whether from respect or fear. But a growing part of him is finding he likes that she's not most Dregs and probably never will be. ]
That's big, for him. [ Those pearl handled revolvers of his were extremely cherished. The fact he had entrusted them to Inej, even for a few moments, says a lot.
Though perhaps something similar would be out of the question for her, as she goes on to say the kickback had nearly knocked her off her feet. A flicker of a smile curls the corner of his mouth as he pictures it. ]
Not exactly subtle weapons. Won't do for a spider.
[ She's supposed to be quiet, not making a racket. Besides, Jesper is the only person he's ever seen hit anything accurately. ]
Something less bulky; there's brass knuckles. Or knives.
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Date: 2020-12-31 09:06 pm (UTC)That's big, for him. [ Those pearl handled revolvers of his were extremely cherished. The fact he had entrusted them to Inej, even for a few moments, says a lot.
Though perhaps something similar would be out of the question for her, as she goes on to say the kickback had nearly knocked her off her feet. A flicker of a smile curls the corner of his mouth as he pictures it. ]
Not exactly subtle weapons. Won't do for a spider.
[ She's supposed to be quiet, not making a racket. Besides, Jesper is the only person he's ever seen hit anything accurately. ]
Something less bulky; there's brass knuckles. Or knives.
[ Both easily tucked away. ]