Eh, it's just an entire Empire, it could be worse. Could be the world. Could be the gods. But an Empire? Bah, their ragtag band's got this.
Her sense of scale could also be monumentally screwed due to what she's seen, too.
Nephenee knows the feeling of being the quiet support. Most of her adult life she'd say qualifies as that (aside from some of the things she's done that are obviously more leadership roles than she gives herself credit for...). It's always nice to have someone in your corner; everyone needs people they can depend on. Especially those who think they hold the world on their shoulders...no matter if they do or not.
"Mhm." She nods back, releasing his hand (she'll flounder about that later when she's not getting into Sentinel mode). She does a quick scan through the rest of the logs before she scoops them up, and puts the rolled bunch in her satchel, completely missing a few things that would be of interest to her.
"Let's check this desk 'fore we move on. Might be more stuff." Even if it's not immediately useful, it might prove to be later. Or at least inconvenience the merchant and others. She's annoyed enough with these guys that she'll take that.
That doesn't stop her from looking up and muttering quickly in her mother tongue, "{Sorry, Pa. Know ya an' Ma taught me to not steal stuff, but the rebellion needs this. An' it's not theirs anyways. We're jus'...gettin' it back to where it belongs...}" Apology done and some guilt assuaged, she starts rummaging as quietly as she can.
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Date: 2024-08-10 01:04 am (UTC)Her sense of scale could also be monumentally screwed due to what she's seen, too.
Nephenee knows the feeling of being the quiet support. Most of her adult life she'd say qualifies as that (aside from some of the things she's done that are obviously more leadership roles than she gives herself credit for...). It's always nice to have someone in your corner; everyone needs people they can depend on. Especially those who think they hold the world on their shoulders...no matter if they do or not.
"Mhm." She nods back, releasing his hand (she'll flounder about that later when she's not getting into Sentinel mode). She does a quick scan through the rest of the logs before she scoops them up, and puts the rolled bunch in her satchel, completely missing a few things that would be of interest to her.
"Let's check this desk 'fore we move on. Might be more stuff." Even if it's not immediately useful, it might prove to be later. Or at least inconvenience the merchant and others. She's annoyed enough with these guys that she'll take that.
That doesn't stop her from looking up and muttering quickly in her mother tongue, "{Sorry, Pa. Know ya an' Ma taught me to not steal stuff, but the rebellion needs this. An' it's not theirs anyways. We're jus'...gettin' it back to where it belongs...}" Apology done and some guilt assuaged, she starts rummaging as quietly as she can.