[ Gray does not say otherwise, so it looks like Mordred's tyranny will remain unchecked. Instead Gray is busy being tongue-tied, taken aback by the indignation of not just Mordred (expected) but Rin as well. This is a far cry from the usual heavy silences and grudging acceptances she's used to when this topic comes up.
Rin and Mordred are angry where Gray has never felt allowed to be angry. Even now she can't find it in her to join them. What she feels instead is a swell of emotion that tickles her throat. As much as she laments her lost appearance, she's already given it up as that: lost. Like a beggar, she clings to what she has instead — her mind, soul, and the bonds she's made of her own free will. They're modest treasures, but just enough for her. ]
Thank you... both of you. I know I should be angrier. I know it isn't really "okay." If King Arthur ever appears, I'll fight as much as I need to, but until then... I think Rin's condition is a little more urgent.
[ She definitely noticed Rin steering the conversation away from herself. Two can play at that game... ]
[ Oh... Rin is starting to understand. Gray nods firmly twice, the stray hair atop her head bobbing because I forgot to have her put her hood back on. ]
[Tch. Mordred crying out like a dog attempting to grab the attention away from its companion. Honestly... they're both idiots. Gray is an opposing faction, Mordred should want her dead for what she said about King Arthur, and yet...
Rin's arms slip back behind them. Her hands rest on the outer shoulder of each of them, and with a shove she brings the two girls in. The intent is to squish them together in front of her, over her lap, so that Rin can rest her forehead on the back of their heads. They'll even feel the slope of her before the protrusion of her horns' base is felt. Truly she just wishes to hide her face.]
Very well. I will consider your wishes.
[Is this pain? The way that her heart feels like it might burst. Does it hurt? Is it normal to feel this way when someone insists on supporting you?
It doesn't matter. Her grip on the two tightens, but not terrifyingly so.]
[ If only Rin had a nice big hood, she wouldn't have to resort to tactical maneuvering to hide her face...
Gray tips sideways at Mordred over Rin's lap with muted surprise, her back stiffening when she feels Rin's head resting partially on the back of hers. Gray supposes this counts as a hug. It's a bit of a bizarre arrangement, but mages do so like to be bizarre.
She needs to brace her forearm on one of Rin's legs to keep from toppling over completely. With how close her and Mordred's heads are now, Gray only needs to move hers a fraction to try to gauge Mordred's reaction. ]
Ah... thank you.
[ She didn't expect Rin to give in so quickly, honestly. ]
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Rin and Mordred are angry where Gray has never felt allowed to be angry. Even now she can't find it in her to join them. What she feels instead is a swell of emotion that tickles her throat. As much as she laments her lost appearance, she's already given it up as that: lost. Like a beggar, she clings to what she has instead — her mind, soul, and the bonds she's made of her own free will. They're modest treasures, but just enough for her. ]
Thank you... both of you. I know I should be angrier. I know it isn't really "okay." If King Arthur ever appears, I'll fight as much as I need to, but until then... I think Rin's condition is a little more urgent.
[ She definitely noticed Rin steering the conversation away from herself. Two can play at that game... ]
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[Fine she'll settle back down, but reluctantly so. And with a frown. The stupidest of frowns.]
Unless you like to be depended on?
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because I forgot to have her put her hood back on. ]Yes. Please rely on me.
[ Firmly! ]
i lied
Aren't you both forgetting someone? I'm reliable too!
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Rin's arms slip back behind them. Her hands rest on the outer shoulder of each of them, and with a shove she brings the two girls in. The intent is to squish them together in front of her, over her lap, so that Rin can rest her forehead on the back of their heads. They'll even feel the slope of her before the protrusion of her horns' base is felt. Truly she just wishes to hide her face.]
Very well. I will consider your wishes.
[Is this pain? The way that her heart feels like it might burst. Does it hurt? Is it normal to feel this way when someone insists on supporting you?
It doesn't matter. Her grip on the two tightens, but not terrifyingly so.]
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Gray tips sideways at Mordred over Rin's lap with muted surprise, her back stiffening when she feels Rin's head resting partially on the back of hers. Gray supposes this counts as a hug. It's a bit of a bizarre arrangement, but mages do so like to be bizarre.
She needs to brace her forearm on one of Rin's legs to keep from toppling over completely. With how close her and Mordred's heads are now, Gray only needs to move hers a fraction to try to gauge Mordred's reaction. ]
Ah... thank you.
[ She didn't expect Rin to give in so quickly, honestly. ]