K'nahli found herself growing solemn for a moment as K'zhumi continued to speak in a polite manner. She was quite nice, actually, K'zhumi. Perhaps it had been a while since she had been around her long enough to remember such a thing. It was a soothing thought to know that the woman seemed disinterested in the petty and shameful facts that had indeed weighed on K'nahli's mind since arriving home. Had she the ability to do so, then perhaps the girl might have even smiled to herself ever so softly.
Nodding once, K'nahli slowly turned to unfasten the clips on either side of her subligar before then carefully proceeding to remove her tall boots. The girl flinched in silent agony as she was forced to bend her legs far up toward herself in order to to do so, and despite her best efforts, was unable to conceal a weak cry now and then in the process. Though K'zhumi was no stranger to bearing witness to both pain and weakness, the healer remained in the corner of K'nahli's vision, the girl watching closely... for even the most subtle signs of disapproval or condemnation - though luckily, the woman had proven herself far above the results of such childish paranoia.
Next was the subligar itself, and, predictably, removing that was even worse. Being that the armour had been something which was secured tightly against the girl, even without the addition of the fasteners, it took some force to draw it down off of herself, but eventually she succeeded on her own without having to keep K'zhumi herself waiting.
Looking upon it for the first time herself, K'nahli was almost surprised that something so painful had creates such a discreet wound. Her narrowed eyes travelled over the large bruise which had begun across her side and then focused upon the rather light damage that had been done to her skin.
In a bizarre way, it was almost annoying that she didn't have something more visibly horrible to be in pain over as opposed to what appeared to be nothing. The girl sighed quietly enough to herself that even K'zhumi would not have managed to hear it. It would not be as though anyone would be seeing her hip in any case, she was thinking far too much - though perhaps that was intentional.
Nodding once, K'nahli slowly turned to unfasten the clips on either side of her subligar before then carefully proceeding to remove her tall boots. The girl flinched in silent agony as she was forced to bend her legs far up toward herself in order to to do so, and despite her best efforts, was unable to conceal a weak cry now and then in the process. Though K'zhumi was no stranger to bearing witness to both pain and weakness, the healer remained in the corner of K'nahli's vision, the girl watching closely... for even the most subtle signs of disapproval or condemnation - though luckily, the woman had proven herself far above the results of such childish paranoia.
Next was the subligar itself, and, predictably, removing that was even worse. Being that the armour had been something which was secured tightly against the girl, even without the addition of the fasteners, it took some force to draw it down off of herself, but eventually she succeeded on her own without having to keep K'zhumi herself waiting.
Looking upon it for the first time herself, K'nahli was almost surprised that something so painful had creates such a discreet wound. Her narrowed eyes travelled over the large bruise which had begun across her side and then focused upon the rather light damage that had been done to her skin.
In a bizarre way, it was almost annoying that she didn't have something more visibly horrible to be in pain over as opposed to what appeared to be nothing. The girl sighed quietly enough to herself that even K'zhumi would not have managed to hear it. It would not be as though anyone would be seeing her hip in any case, she was thinking far too much - though perhaps that was intentional.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
