Sunbeam Lair [m] who try to turn you

praimfaya's frostbound gaze surveys him, studying him to find him looking at her confused. it occurs to her in that moment that perhaps he doesn't know what she means. though she is not embarrassed she feels a soft swell of awkwardness. she assumes; because though no one has really given her 'the talk' in her life she'd been forced with the reality of it during her brief tenure at roangeda when having been approached for permission — of which had never fallen through. no, praimfaya murmurs, trying to stifle her chuckle before it can pass from her lips. i do not need water. if only, she thinks, water would help.

i'm praimfaya. she offers at his inquiry, subtly shifting nearer; a few ghosting steps. who're you? the commander purls in return.