[ Akua is, in fact awake. Behind the door of communion, in her heated sands of communion, there's a frantic energy. Like bursts of creative and calculated force b behind her "door". Like Hayame is knocking on the door of a creative savant, but when the mental door opens, Akua is more calm, as if her attention has been pulled away from these sharp, bursts of frantic energy. ]
Yes, Hayayme.
[ She says, half expectantly. She does not ask if the Jinba is alright, for Hayame is not panicking, but there is the warm expectation of invitation. A floor for her to speak at. ]
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Yes, Hayayme.
[ She says, half expectantly. She does not ask if the Jinba is alright, for Hayame is not panicking, but there is the warm expectation of invitation. A floor for her to speak at. ]