Zhi was exhausted. That wasn't uncommon. What was uncommon was that she'd run out of the remedy she used to chase it away, and given the numerous little things keeping her busy, her only option was to sleep. She probably should have slept sooner, but she so loathed the exercise; it was so much easier to just inhale --
Her nostrils flared. She was awake, one foot half lifted to step forward into her favorite hole, hand outstretched to push aside the scraggly vines that kept the opening half-hidden.
She knew that smell.
Her mouth formed an unruly line as she shoved aside the vines and ducked through, breath coming between her teeth in one steady hiss. It was a few short turns to the abandoned, hollowed out room she used as her primary hiding hole, the one she'd used almost exclusively since her return. That had been a bad idea, clearly.
She showed him curiosity as she entered the dimly lit room, ears pricked forward and lips pulled to the side in a rueful smile. But he, being who he was, would still likely catch the strain at the corners of her eyes, and the way the fingers of one hand curled into a half-fist. She stood, feet shoulder length apart, weight forward, and looked around her room as if checking to see that he'd not taken anything.
"Somethin' I can do fer ye, scrag?"
Her nostrils flared. She was awake, one foot half lifted to step forward into her favorite hole, hand outstretched to push aside the scraggly vines that kept the opening half-hidden.
She knew that smell.
Her mouth formed an unruly line as she shoved aside the vines and ducked through, breath coming between her teeth in one steady hiss. It was a few short turns to the abandoned, hollowed out room she used as her primary hiding hole, the one she'd used almost exclusively since her return. That had been a bad idea, clearly.
She showed him curiosity as she entered the dimly lit room, ears pricked forward and lips pulled to the side in a rueful smile. But he, being who he was, would still likely catch the strain at the corners of her eyes, and the way the fingers of one hand curled into a half-fist. She stood, feet shoulder length apart, weight forward, and looked around her room as if checking to see that he'd not taken anything.
"Somethin' I can do fer ye, scrag?"
