"And you can eat them if they try! So." Vena nods as if something has been decided and then she does yawn, much to her annoyance.
If she hadn't eaten so much last night she would've got something earlier in the morning. Usually when she gets an evening snack she shares more of it out! This is what happens when you babysit. She glances back and wonders if Guts will let her take his hand to lead him. It would, she knows, make people feel easier, there are a lot of them glancing at her before they decide how to react. But he doesn't like being touched hardly at all. It barely means anything for her to take someone by the hand but maybe mercenaries who don't really have friends think it's a bigger deal.
This late in the morning - she considers it late, anyway - there's a line composed of everyone who didn't get up at dawn and it will take a few minutes to work their way down it. A nervous, mousy sister finds some excuse to go further back in line rather than have Guts looming over her, leaving the parent from last night. They are still visibly tired and shifting uncomfortably while their baby dozes.
"Hi, uh-" Vena takes a second. Names! She knows everyone by sight but she's not friends with everyone. "Aren! I'm Vena. This is Guts. He's a guest."
"Everyone knows who you are, Vena," they murmur, chin tucked. Aren looks at him shyly through their eyelashes. They're tall and angular, in a dress with another of those plunging necklines. "Hello."
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If she hadn't eaten so much last night she would've got something earlier in the morning. Usually when she gets an evening snack she shares more of it out! This is what happens when you babysit. She glances back and wonders if Guts will let her take his hand to lead him. It would, she knows, make people feel easier, there are a lot of them glancing at her before they decide how to react. But he doesn't like being touched hardly at all. It barely means anything for her to take someone by the hand but maybe mercenaries who don't really have friends think it's a bigger deal.
This late in the morning - she considers it late, anyway - there's a line composed of everyone who didn't get up at dawn and it will take a few minutes to work their way down it. A nervous, mousy sister finds some excuse to go further back in line rather than have Guts looming over her, leaving the parent from last night. They are still visibly tired and shifting uncomfortably while their baby dozes.
"Hi, uh-" Vena takes a second. Names! She knows everyone by sight but she's not friends with everyone. "Aren! I'm Vena. This is Guts. He's a guest."
"Everyone knows who you are, Vena," they murmur, chin tucked. Aren looks at him shyly through their eyelashes. They're tall and angular, in a dress with another of those plunging necklines. "Hello."