(When she does look up at him finally, her vision is a bit blurred even with her glasses on. Figures that her prescription would have become worse over time: she just lost, what, twenty years of her life? She remembers throwing it away easily, even gleefully, seizing the opportunity to change her appearance to better suit how old she truly feels which is... one hundred and twenty-eight years old, give or take a few. Wow.)
Iā did you say around the Hunger? ... Huh. (She blinks, sitting up straight in place and receiving her canister from the ground. She turns it slowly in both hands, palms tracing over where her name is etched into the side.
Around the Hunger. That... makes a lot of sense, actually.)
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Iā did you say around the Hunger? ... Huh. (She blinks, sitting up straight in place and receiving her canister from the ground. She turns it slowly in both hands, palms tracing over where her name is etched into the side.
Around the Hunger. That... makes a lot of sense, actually.)