It didn't matter how she'd already toyed with the idea of such an outcome; K'mih's eyes widened all the same at the mention of Li being her half brother. She felt the urge to smile, but something prevented her from doing so. Something didn't feel right. Albeit K'ile had allowed him into the camp, her father had displayed a strong rejection towards him. In fact, the boy's father had been an exiled Tia, a miqo'te who'd lost his honour and his right to come back to his family. K'mih knew the laws of her tribe. She knew Li would never be welcome here.
After the initial surprise, her head turned to the chocobo, then lowered with disappointment in her eyes. She'd stopped stroking the animal, though her hand remained there.
"They won't accept you..." she said in a barely audible voice, just for him to hear.
[...]
Outside the medical tent, K'rahto had been standing silently with an unfocused gaze. His head only turned when a certain female miqo'te caught his attention. K'nahli emerged from the tent, apparently in a hurry. So much that she didn't even seem to acknowledge his presence, or simply chose not to. At least it made it easier for the Tia to stare at her as she walked away, his expression unfriendly and serious as ever. Nothing was said.
After the initial surprise, her head turned to the chocobo, then lowered with disappointment in her eyes. She'd stopped stroking the animal, though her hand remained there.
"They won't accept you..." she said in a barely audible voice, just for him to hear.
[...]
Outside the medical tent, K'rahto had been standing silently with an unfocused gaze. His head only turned when a certain female miqo'te caught his attention. K'nahli emerged from the tent, apparently in a hurry. So much that she didn't even seem to acknowledge his presence, or simply chose not to. At least it made it easier for the Tia to stare at her as she walked away, his expression unfriendly and serious as ever. Nothing was said.
Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)