[A kinder, gentler woman would say "thank you". But Hayame is not either of those things, and she had never been taught how to express gratitude sincerely. All she knows is the formalized ritual of her world performed for human masters, and here... Supposedly she had no master. No lord to guide her actions like she always imagined she might have, and though she was surely meant to rejoice in her freedom...
At least in those days... She had known what to do.
Now, she lets out a grunt of noise that must be agreement to the healer woman's words.
Let her do what she can. As she does... Hayame remains as still as she can, beyond the trembling of weakness that does ease slightly as Dorothea works, the tight tremble in her arm and fingers where she clutches so tight at the scale that it threatens to dig in and break skin on her palm.
If she closes her eyes... It is meant to be dark, then. She almost does not notice that half of her vision is gone.]
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At least in those days... She had known what to do.
Now, she lets out a grunt of noise that must be agreement to the healer woman's words.
Let her do what she can. As she does... Hayame remains as still as she can, beyond the trembling of weakness that does ease slightly as Dorothea works, the tight tremble in her arm and fingers where she clutches so tight at the scale that it threatens to dig in and break skin on her palm.
If she closes her eyes... It is meant to be dark, then. She almost does not notice that half of her vision is gone.]