[A Fated Meeting]Morty wrote: ↑Dec 28, 2023 5:33 pm [A Fated Meeting]
A prosthetic arm of some kind? But made out of something different than metal, plastic or wood. Wenomir has come within a hair's breadth of losing his limbs before. He smiles and nods, acknowledging the joke, before taking a sip of the tea.
"Hmm. Very strong," he says.
Naku nods her head down the tiniest fraction of a bare amount. Practically a sweeping gesture for these two. The prosthetic, for he is correct about that, *is* definitely not metal, plastic, or wood, but even just that single tap would at least give Wenomir a rough idea. It's definitely something . . . frozen? It had that distinctive sort of sound that a frozen liquid makes when tapped.
Naku offers that hand back out again, to take that flask back when he finishes with it.
"Mmm. Guaranteed to keep you awake." 'Regardless of how many hours of sleep you may have, or more importantly, have *not* gotten', she heavily implies with her words, but it didn't need to be said aloud.
Whenever Wenomir may finish, she takes it back, takes a long draw herself, then falls mostly to silence, content to sit in silence with her new best friend, simply watching the goddess and the raptor at play.
Though, after several *several* minutes, even though these two would be content to sit purely in silence for hours, for the sake of easier replying, Naku gets his attention with a small movement, and does ask:
"You watch over others as well." She left it a half statement, half question. There's something about Wenomir that is just . . .
*Familiar* to the vampire. The way his eyes had looked around, the set of his shoulders, the way he had welcomed Civvy over . . . Naku struggles to place the exact specific *reason* she knows that that statement is true, but she *knows* that it is, and wants to open the door for if Wenomir may want to reply. But there is never never a pressure behind her words. Just a quiet, open door, while watching the girls play.