. . . One would almost get the impression Joe didn't like to be fussed over.
But he's getting it anyway. Dove looks him over too as best she can.
A flicked glance to Ahiru. Likely were she in Ahiru's position, she would be saying the same thing. And yet forgiving oneself is so much different than forgiving someone else.
"'M bad at this," she mutters, sitting back on her heels. Technically her answer can be a response to them both. "It came up on me out of nowhere, and I always screw up the flying bit."
Silence for a moment, and briefly her eyelids press closed again behind her mask. When she speaks again, her voice is a bare murmur, "Are they . . . all human?"
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But he's getting it anyway. Dove looks him over too as best she can.
A flicked glance to Ahiru. Likely were she in Ahiru's position, she would be saying the same thing. And yet forgiving oneself is so much different than forgiving someone else.
"'M bad at this," she mutters, sitting back on her heels. Technically her answer can be a response to them both. "It came up on me out of nowhere, and I always screw up the flying bit."
Silence for a moment, and briefly her eyelids press closed again behind her mask. When she speaks again, her voice is a bare murmur, "Are they . . . all human?"