[ Akua's hands do pull away from Hayame in that moment. She accepts the gift from her with a sense of wonder, and as she looked down upon he pipe, she cannot help but feel a weight in this. She does not know if Hayame understands what this is, or what significance it holds.
Her fingers trace along it, almost absently, like a treasured memento. ]
Oh, Hayame. Thank you.
[ She means it, too. ]
This once belonged to someone very dear to me. [ A gift from Masego to Catherine. She had it here, and now. She did not know what it meant, for her to not be here, and Akua was, and for her to have her property. Perhaps someday... she could return it to her personally.
Though she did not even begin to hope that the Warden would be here. ]
For this, I would defend your captures with my life. It is very precious to me.
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Her fingers trace along it, almost absently, like a treasured memento. ]
Oh, Hayame. Thank you.
[ She means it, too. ]
This once belonged to someone very dear to me. [ A gift from Masego to Catherine. She had it here, and now. She did not know what it meant, for her to not be here, and Akua was, and for her to have her property. Perhaps someday... she could return it to her personally.
Though she did not even begin to hope that the Warden would be here. ]
For this, I would defend your captures with my life. It is very precious to me.