Hideaway Strath kabukimono

heat flooded her cheeks; how foolish of satsu to speak so openly!
she shakes her head and keeps it low, trying to think of a way to remedy the situation (though, by nyra's account there was no harm done).
i did not mean, small, as in less. she tried to explain with her throat feeling tight and mouth like sandpaper—i mean, small. you are all... you are giants!
sheepish flicking of her ears, a bashful look upon nyra, who towered over the dancer.