That settles it then?..
Nothing seemed very settled at all. All she felt was more confused and yet all she could do was smile at him as she watched him stand, a chuckle tumbling free.
"Alright." she agreed with a nod. "Just.. let me change at least. I no doubt smell like the infirmary.." she gave an awkward smile and cleared her throat. Sleep could wait, but a quick wash and some new clothes couldn't.
She hurried, stumbling around her room and stubbing her toe not once but twice, the sound followed by cursing and muttering. By the time she returned to him she had on a fresh, white shirt that hung low on her shoulders, cinched by a dove-grey corset to match the boots that tied above the knee of her leggings. She ruffled her fingers through her snowy waves and gave him a wince of apology..
"Would you mind?.." she asked, wringing her fingers as she turned her back to him, the laces of her corset untied.. Her shirt covered the thick scars from where her wings had once been, but there were a few new ones from her incident in the woods, and some old ones from her time on the streets. Her new inked wings were visible, though, and they shifted as she drew in a deep breath and let it back out in a sharp huff.
This was trust. Ribbons and sleeves always covered her arms, she was self conscious about so much, but her wingless back was her greatest shame..
Nothing seemed very settled at all. All she felt was more confused and yet all she could do was smile at him as she watched him stand, a chuckle tumbling free.
"Alright." she agreed with a nod. "Just.. let me change at least. I no doubt smell like the infirmary.." she gave an awkward smile and cleared her throat. Sleep could wait, but a quick wash and some new clothes couldn't.
She hurried, stumbling around her room and stubbing her toe not once but twice, the sound followed by cursing and muttering. By the time she returned to him she had on a fresh, white shirt that hung low on her shoulders, cinched by a dove-grey corset to match the boots that tied above the knee of her leggings. She ruffled her fingers through her snowy waves and gave him a wince of apology..
"Would you mind?.." she asked, wringing her fingers as she turned her back to him, the laces of her corset untied.. Her shirt covered the thick scars from where her wings had once been, but there were a few new ones from her incident in the woods, and some old ones from her time on the streets. Her new inked wings were visible, though, and they shifted as she drew in a deep breath and let it back out in a sharp huff.
This was trust. Ribbons and sleeves always covered her arms, she was self conscious about so much, but her wingless back was her greatest shame..