[ Her brows go up and the near pout she gives after her protest is amusing. So is the protest itself, because she clearly knows he's being honest about it. Not like he'd want to lead her astray, not at this point. They're in too deep and she needs every weapon—physical or otherwise—to defeat this Dunyasha.
That doesn't stop her from returning fire, so to speak. A banter he's grown both used to and grudgingly fond of. ]
Inej, I'm crippled. [ He says in mock exasperation, as if she wasn't aware. As if she hasn't been anticipating how his leg is going to feel from day to day for the last couple years.
More seriously though, he looks at her and holds her gaze. ]
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Date: 2021-02-10 01:37 am (UTC)That doesn't stop her from returning fire, so to speak. A banter he's grown both used to and grudgingly fond of. ]
Inej, I'm crippled. [ He says in mock exasperation, as if she wasn't aware. As if she hasn't been anticipating how his leg is going to feel from day to day for the last couple years.
More seriously though, he looks at her and holds her gaze. ]
They never look for anything else.
[ Which is to say: her. ]