[Part of her feels bad that she's aiding him with his habit, but mostly, she's just glad he's still around to light a cigarette at all. Bad metaphor aside, they're safe and sane, and she takes comfort in that for right now.
Nill settles back against the tree, watching the people move about the camp. He's right, she thinks. They're going about their, well, daily business. Helping the wounded, cooking for the hungry, preparing shelters and defenses. It comes off as so normal for them--she wonders if this kind of thing had happened to them before. And the fact that it might have... worries her. This isn't the kind of life she'd expected to lead.
Nodding, she shifts her wings into a more comfortable position. She doesn't know if she can do this. She isn't a survivalist--a survivor, yes. But she's always lived with walls, whether by force or choice. Being at the mercy of the wild--especially an alien planet's wild--isn't something she thinks she's prepared for.]
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Nill settles back against the tree, watching the people move about the camp. He's right, she thinks. They're going about their, well, daily business. Helping the wounded, cooking for the hungry, preparing shelters and defenses. It comes off as so normal for them--she wonders if this kind of thing had happened to them before. And the fact that it might have... worries her. This isn't the kind of life she'd expected to lead.
Nodding, she shifts her wings into a more comfortable position. She doesn't know if she can do this. She isn't a survivalist--a survivor, yes. But she's always lived with walls, whether by force or choice. Being at the mercy of the wild--especially an alien planet's wild--isn't something she thinks she's prepared for.]