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30.Aug.13, 12:57 PM
The mortification at this entire situation was something that Aeldan was surprisingly good at working through--or would have been, if she'd just been left to her own devices. Barely managing to suppress another squeak in surprise when someone joined her on the ground, Aeldan glanced up, made unintentional eye contact, blushed, and abruptly dropped her eyes again. She was vaguely surprised to realize that it was less out of fear of retaliation and more an issue of habit, but shoved that to the back of her mind for mulling over later. She further surprised herself by making a noise that sounded suspiciously like a giggle at her companion's attempts to help. Oh. Well, that was new.
The fact that she was actually relatively okay with someone helping her clean up her little mess was...different, but at least there wasn't any yelling. Could have done without the whole knocking skulls, but Katila hadn't been built in a day. Progress was progress and since she didn't actually know where that had come from, she could only hope (with trepidation) that she'd stumble upon it again. She was still flustered, but fairly certain that she could pull off a complete sentence without running out of courage.
"It's not--well, okay, it smelled really good, but that's not--thanks." Well, it almost made it. Her lips twitched as the roll tottered a bit towards her, and she picked it up without too much trouble, giving it a cursory brushing off before sticking it back on her tray. Not, of course, that she was planning on eating it, but maybe one of the fire lizards who always lurked around the dining hall would enjoy it.
She glanced up at her companion again, this time on purpose, and took a moment to take in his features, if only for the sake of trying not to barrel into him again. Once was bad enough. She smiled, pausing in her still slightly neurotic attempts to get everything she could off of the ground and back onto her tray. The more liquidy bits would have to wait until she could find a rag or a mop or something, but partly clean was better than leaving a mess for someone else to break their neck on. Brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, she ducked back to the last of the dishes, setting it on top of the admittedly messy pile that had been formed on top of her tray.
"Sorry. Um, again. I hope that shirt wasn't new."
The fact that she was actually relatively okay with someone helping her clean up her little mess was...different, but at least there wasn't any yelling. Could have done without the whole knocking skulls, but Katila hadn't been built in a day. Progress was progress and since she didn't actually know where that had come from, she could only hope (with trepidation) that she'd stumble upon it again. She was still flustered, but fairly certain that she could pull off a complete sentence without running out of courage.
"It's not--well, okay, it smelled really good, but that's not--thanks." Well, it almost made it. Her lips twitched as the roll tottered a bit towards her, and she picked it up without too much trouble, giving it a cursory brushing off before sticking it back on her tray. Not, of course, that she was planning on eating it, but maybe one of the fire lizards who always lurked around the dining hall would enjoy it.
She glanced up at her companion again, this time on purpose, and took a moment to take in his features, if only for the sake of trying not to barrel into him again. Once was bad enough. She smiled, pausing in her still slightly neurotic attempts to get everything she could off of the ground and back onto her tray. The more liquidy bits would have to wait until she could find a rag or a mop or something, but partly clean was better than leaving a mess for someone else to break their neck on. Brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, she ducked back to the last of the dishes, setting it on top of the admittedly messy pile that had been formed on top of her tray.
"Sorry. Um, again. I hope that shirt wasn't new."
