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i never took you for the religious type, inji laughs in a hushed tone, a clear attempt at dispelling the tension that hung thick in the air. i-i mean, yeah, it's, um. it's pretty cool, i guess.
she almost wanted to ask if it was okay for her to come closer. instead, she simply does so — her tail curls at the edge of her hocks as she comes to sit a comfortable distance from the warrior. she says nothing for a while, following the wildfire gaze and where it takes her. khusobek clung heavily to zaahira's coat, and she did not want to ask about it — could not. she did not want to know.
is there anything i can get for you? or?