[ Shadowheart knows well that appearances can be deceiving, and that she shouldn't trust this girl for her shy face alone, or the fact that she doesn't scoff at Shadowheart's fear. Still, she finds there's part of her that wants to trust, despite how accustomed she is to the opposite.
It's just part of adjusting to this strange place, she reasons: the disorientation of it, her companions from home seemingly settled in while she flounders. The desire to be soothed will pass, and she'll be steady again.
After a moment, Shadowheart sits on the bank, bringing her knees to her chest. They're more level with each other, this way. ]
I do. [ Already understanding that's not a given, here, with people brought from all sorts of strange places. ] Though I practice healing through my faith, rather than nature.
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It's just part of adjusting to this strange place, she reasons: the disorientation of it, her companions from home seemingly settled in while she flounders. The desire to be soothed will pass, and she'll be steady again.
After a moment, Shadowheart sits on the bank, bringing her knees to her chest. They're more level with each other, this way. ]
I do. [ Already understanding that's not a given, here, with people brought from all sorts of strange places. ] Though I practice healing through my faith, rather than nature.