The end of her tail jerked to the side as if it had been touched. It stilled. Tendons on the back of her right hand, her dominant hand, popped out as she stopped the hand from closing into a fist. Barely. The left corner of her mouth deepened, and a dimple appeared as she moved yet closer to him, bent over him, one hand reaching out towards him. . .and then behind him. She plucked free a pouch of something from a shallow recession in the wall, and tucked it away into the loose shirt she wore. No odd shapes under her thin clothing, and she stood as tall and balanced as if she was in top shape. Or, at least, as much in good shape as she ever got. There were circles under her eyes, and fatigue shadowed her as it always did.
"Ye've never been fun enough fer me, fancy?" She turned away from him, presented him with her back.
Fuck off, it said, between the lines where her pride nestled all sharp and prickly as ever.
"Always too much o' yer lyin'." Not that she had anything against lying. She turned to go. "I've things t'do."
Proof of that right there. It was dawn, outside. Time for all good Keepers to be abed. But then again, Zhi'd never really been much of a good Keeper.
"Ye've never been fun enough fer me, fancy?" She turned away from him, presented him with her back.
Fuck off, it said, between the lines where her pride nestled all sharp and prickly as ever.
"Always too much o' yer lyin'." Not that she had anything against lying. She turned to go. "I've things t'do."
Proof of that right there. It was dawn, outside. Time for all good Keepers to be abed. But then again, Zhi'd never really been much of a good Keeper.
