Hayame's lips purse in thought as if mulling over the proposition, tipping her head slightly to the side and sending her heavy bun of hair shifting likewise. She does him the service of attempting to imagine it, but she does not imagine she will leap to defend him in public... mainly because he can fight his own battles. (Secondarily... because he does not have nearly as many enemies as she does, it seems.) But... if she were to do it, she would naturally inform him first, she thinks, so as not to be a hypocrite, so-]
... I can acknowledge that.
[Her cup is empty, but she does not particularly want to drink more. Instead, she holds the empty cup to give her fingers something to do as the expression on her face drains from stern back to something more abashed. She lapses into silence, but... that silence is kept imperfect by the sound of her tail swishing across his sheets in time with the slow, calming strokes of his fingers through her vestigial mane.]
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Hayame's lips purse in thought as if mulling over the proposition, tipping her head slightly to the side and sending her heavy bun of hair shifting likewise. She does him the service of attempting to imagine it, but she does not imagine she will leap to defend him in public... mainly because he can fight his own battles. (Secondarily... because he does not have nearly as many enemies as she does, it seems.) But... if she were to do it, she would naturally inform him first, she thinks, so as not to be a hypocrite, so-]
... I can acknowledge that.
[Her cup is empty, but she does not particularly want to drink more. Instead, she holds the empty cup to give her fingers something to do as the expression on her face drains from stern back to something more abashed. She lapses into silence, but... that silence is kept imperfect by the sound of her tail swishing across his sheets in time with the slow, calming strokes of his fingers through her vestigial mane.]