[PRP] Land of the Living (Sylfie/Nala)

[magnadearel]

Meepfur

Nala tried to watch the woman, who was so much young that she'd first thought, without appearing to watch her. Maybe she succeeded and maybe not. At least she wasn't just staring at her and making it more awkward, but she wanted to be ready to catch her if needed. It'd probably just be more cushioning her fall with her own tiny body.

The teen shyly shook her head. "No, I'm not doing anything just now. Except maybe a bath. I'm so sorry if I smell. I was just putting jars away in the store rooms. They are so dusty though."  

[Meepfur]

A hoarse laugh bubbled up at that response, amusement so strong at the absurdity of it all that it forced its way out past awkward shyness. "Even if I could smell anything right now, th-there are worse things than dust. I...Faranth, I'm s-so sorry, I probably smell awful."

She'd been lying sick for so long, she honestly couldn't place the last time she'd had a real bath, which was mortifying. "At l...least it's off hours for the dining hall, I wouldn't want to turn anyone's stomach."

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