[Saki is good at avoiding and evading topics she doesn’t want to discuss, but something about her recent back-and-forth quietness seems to run deeper than it usually does
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For the few days it had been an unasked for houseguest, Saki had never been alone with her thoughts. Now, the quiet gets to her - amplified by the roiling of her stomach, fear and gut-wrenching nausea and -
[His fingers tense when he notices the shine on her cheek. It's a way of stopping his hands from moving, investigating it closer. Sheik is nothing if not self-disciplined, which is why he keeps the majority of the concern he feels out of his voice.]
[He slips inside, glancing around before turning to focus on her again. She’s never really been shy of meeting his eyes - rebellious, daring. The change grates on him, frays his nerves.
His gaze is a little sharp, a little ruthless, his voice firm. But the set of his expression is anxious.
After a moment of thought, his hand rises to tug down the cowl. He's not sure why - he's aware it doesn't mean the same to others as it does to him. But it's a gesture of trust. Faith. Seriousness.]
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For the few days it had been an unasked for houseguest, Saki had never been alone with her thoughts. Now, the quiet gets to her - amplified by the roiling of her stomach, fear and gut-wrenching nausea and -
guilt, self-loathing, homesickness, abject misery.
But the knock on her door gets her attention and she opens it without thinking, impatiently wiping at a damp cheek as she undoes the locks.
- oh.]
Hey.
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I wish to speak with you. May I come in?
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His gaze is a little sharp, a little ruthless, his voice firm. But the set of his expression is anxious.
After a moment of thought, his hand rises to tug down the cowl. He's not sure why - he's aware it doesn't mean the same to others as it does to him. But it's a gesture of trust. Faith. Seriousness.]
Tell me what’s wrong.
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