Lion Head Mesa i wanna take the hand inside you

A gift from nobles? Wow, what an honor, she pulls herself away, shifting nimbly in order to lean against the wall. She'd realized in that moment that perhaps Eset did not want a teenage girl hovering up close to her neck, especially not with something so certainly expensive around it. that's so cool. You must be very proud!
Eset's tone becomes terse, as if she is warning her of something. A darkness settles within her gut. Why would she need assistance? Not that it's not appreciated, but, y'know, I grew up in this sorta environment, she shrugs her shoulders bashfully. not quite like this, but, um. My family goes from pack to pack doing odd jobs to score places to sleep for a bit. I'm no stranger to it! You don't have to worry about me, as she'd done with Tuna merely days before, she drawls on before coming to an abrupt pause. She's rambling again, isn't she?
She whispers now; low and gravid with uncertainty, searching. You must answer. Inji frowns. She knew what she meant.
She thinks of Naberius. So I've learned.