Evie, pushing her nerves aside, cast Seven a rueful smile. This faded, though, when she noticed the girl packing weapons and rather dangerous utilizations in her belt’s pockets.
Cringing, the mindreader gently put her hand over Seven’s as she went to pack something in it, as though to suggest she stop.
“Maybe.. we shouldn’t bring the belt.” She offered softly, her chocolate eyes flickering with doubt but also reassurance. Doubt because she was worried about what was in the belt; reassurance that Seven would be alright without it.
“Is that okay?” She continued. Her voice was still soothing, still quiet.
Still cautious.
Cringing, the mindreader gently put her hand over Seven’s as she went to pack something in it, as though to suggest she stop.
“Maybe.. we shouldn’t bring the belt.” She offered softly, her chocolate eyes flickering with doubt but also reassurance. Doubt because she was worried about what was in the belt; reassurance that Seven would be alright without it.
“Is that okay?” She continued. Her voice was still soothing, still quiet.
Still cautious.