[ Ciri watches her hide with a small, fond smile. She nudges the side of her leg against Alina's outer thigh, almost teasing, as if encouraging her not to be embarrassed.
But the smile slips at the question. Her throat goes tight. ]
Technically... yes. [ She answers slowly, the words careful, and though she doesn't move away at all (except her eyes, which drift past Alina and to the wall behind her), there's suddenly a distance there. In her gaze, her voice. ]
But I'm not very good at it.
[ Not exactly a lie. But not quite the truth, either. It depends on what one considers good. ]
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But the smile slips at the question. Her throat goes tight. ]
Technically... yes. [ She answers slowly, the words careful, and though she doesn't move away at all (except her eyes, which drift past Alina and to the wall behind her), there's suddenly a distance there. In her gaze, her voice. ]
But I'm not very good at it.
[ Not exactly a lie. But not quite the truth, either. It depends on what one considers good. ]