[At the very least... the way he looks at the book makes Hayame feel slightly more comfortable about taking it in lieu of the only thing that would actually make her able to trust him. More fully, at least.
It's foolish, and just another pathetic sign of the loneliness and displacement from a world that made sense, a culture she knew, but... "I'm in your care". It's how people are supposed to talk, the more ritualized manners she had been born into and told to perfect in preparation for sale. So she does not bow, not to an enemy, but... she does incline her head, just a single inch less than he does, her fetlock-length hair sliding briefly over her shoulder.
That was his name, then. "Liem".]
Hayame.
[In turn... she supplies her own, far later perhaps than most would consider proper. Adjusts the saddlebag, in subconscious assurance that she would take care of what she has been entrusted... as long as he maintained his part of the deal. The bow he carries is not a type that she is familiar with, but she accepts the possibility that he is skilled enough... and points with a toss of her head to the streets leading out of the courtyard.]
If we are to speak further, then, let it be elsewhere.
[She would need more information about this target of the Regent, they would need a plan... and as poor as she considers herself to be with words, there may need be many of them. A side street or back alley might be more suitable to a longer conversation.]
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It's foolish, and just another pathetic sign of the loneliness and displacement from a world that made sense, a culture she knew, but... "I'm in your care". It's how people are supposed to talk, the more ritualized manners she had been born into and told to perfect in preparation for sale. So she does not bow, not to an enemy, but... she does incline her head, just a single inch less than he does, her fetlock-length hair sliding briefly over her shoulder.
That was his name, then. "Liem".]
Hayame.
[In turn... she supplies her own, far later perhaps than most would consider proper. Adjusts the saddlebag, in subconscious assurance that she would take care of what she has been entrusted... as long as he maintained his part of the deal. The bow he carries is not a type that she is familiar with, but she accepts the possibility that he is skilled enough... and points with a toss of her head to the streets leading out of the courtyard.]
If we are to speak further, then, let it be elsewhere.
[She would need more information about this target of the Regent, they would need a plan... and as poor as she considers herself to be with words, there may need be many of them. A side street or back alley might be more suitable to a longer conversation.]