[ Her feathers remain thoroughly puffed, and while she does lower her head back down to lean her cheek against Macaque's shoulder, she manages to angle herself well enough that she can still peek out at Lott.
Lott.
Some kind of clarity is beginning to break through the haze. "Some" and "kind of" are keywords. It's as hard and heavy going as moving, and her mental math — both literal, because he's asking her a number question, and less so, because Lott is here — is sluggish. So it'll, uh, take a hot minute or three before she manages to string together some kind of an answer, and even when she does manage that much … her words still don't want to work.
Korone closes her eyes tight and swallows back the frustrated tears that threaten to start prickling. Thunks her head down against Mac's shoulder.
But she does, after another moment, first manage to make the signs for "over a year," and then reach back out to Lott. Slow and clumsy, still, like someone trying to use a limb that's still half-asleep. ]
Re: THE CITY ...
Lott.
Some kind of clarity is beginning to break through the haze. "Some" and "kind of" are keywords. It's as hard and heavy going as moving, and her mental math — both literal, because he's asking her a number question, and less so, because Lott is here — is sluggish. So it'll, uh, take a hot minute or three before she manages to string together some kind of an answer, and even when she does manage that much … her words still don't want to work.
Korone closes her eyes tight and swallows back the frustrated tears that threaten to start prickling. Thunks her head down against Mac's shoulder.
But she does, after another moment, first manage to make the signs for "over a year," and then reach back out to Lott. Slow and clumsy, still, like someone trying to use a limb that's still half-asleep. ]