[Well that’s good to hear. Normally with scars she wouldn’t think they would, but his just looked so peculiar and angry in a way that she wasn’t sure meant they were fresh or not that she did half wonder if they still ached.
So she smiles, her thumb absently rubbing up and down on the top of his hand, the synchrony blossoming between them where they touched. A peculiar sensation, but... not so peculiar to her, after where she’d been taken last.
But he asks about her family, and though she looks pleased to be able to speak of them... there’s no hiding the sorrow of having to speak of them this way- as distant, untouchable figures that weren’t even on the same world anymore, no matter how many times the sun came up and she instinctively rolled over looking for her husband’s warmth or automatically reached for a child to nurse.]
Well... for a long time it was just my parents and I. They’re much older- ah, adopted parents, they’re human. But they’re wonderful, they treated me just like a real daughter.
[And if she regretted anything about her new life, it was having to leave them behind, even if they had insisted she should. Her expression grows a bit hazy, her smile quivers.]
And I finally [finally, she says] got married... to a man who worked under me at the lumber yard. He’d come to the human villages to escort his nephew, who wanted to see what humans were like... and when he went back to the deep mountains I went with him to join his herd there.
[It hasn’t been an easy life, but she knew that coming in, and how could she regret it when-]
Our daughter Komatsu was born just this spring... I promised Gonta we could name the firstborn after his father, Matsukaze. A great man.
[Both of them were. And she can’t help the way her grip on his hands tightens just a bit, holding tight to him when... admittedly, she’s desperate to hold someone else.]
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So she smiles, her thumb absently rubbing up and down on the top of his hand, the synchrony blossoming between them where they touched. A peculiar sensation, but... not so peculiar to her, after where she’d been taken last.
But he asks about her family, and though she looks pleased to be able to speak of them... there’s no hiding the sorrow of having to speak of them this way- as distant, untouchable figures that weren’t even on the same world anymore, no matter how many times the sun came up and she instinctively rolled over looking for her husband’s warmth or automatically reached for a child to nurse.]
Well... for a long time it was just my parents and I. They’re much older- ah, adopted parents, they’re human. But they’re wonderful, they treated me just like a real daughter.
[And if she regretted anything about her new life, it was having to leave them behind, even if they had insisted she should. Her expression grows a bit hazy, her smile quivers.]
And I finally [finally, she says] got married... to a man who worked under me at the lumber yard. He’d come to the human villages to escort his nephew, who wanted to see what humans were like... and when he went back to the deep mountains I went with him to join his herd there.
[It hasn’t been an easy life, but she knew that coming in, and how could she regret it when-]
Our daughter Komatsu was born just this spring... I promised Gonta we could name the firstborn after his father, Matsukaze. A great man.
[Both of them were. And she can’t help the way her grip on his hands tightens just a bit, holding tight to him when... admittedly, she’s desperate to hold someone else.]