[ she just tosses him a knowing look, at only half, because she knows that he knows that she changed the subject for a reason. and she rolls her eyes a little, at that - the harbor, as if that's really where he came from. ]
So you say.
[ on both counts, setting aside her empty container to rest her arms on her knees, turning her gaze back to the city, her braid falling neatly against her back. ]
Pigeon tears may not be enough. Probably why you still have a limp.
[ but she tosses him a slight grin, a sidelong glance. clearly meant as a joke, and nothing serious. ]
no subject
So you say.
[ on both counts, setting aside her empty container to rest her arms on her knees, turning her gaze back to the city, her braid falling neatly against her back. ]
Pigeon tears may not be enough. Probably why you still have a limp.
[ but she tosses him a slight grin, a sidelong glance. clearly meant as a joke, and nothing serious. ]