[The corner of her mouth curves up in the smallest of smiles at the small touch. It's been a long time since she's seen Shiro — the real Shiro — and it's hard not to feel a tremendous amount of nostalgia, and a deep sense of relief. That he's here and real and maybe he could do what she could not when it came to keeping their friends together.
She drops her arm back to her side, and she nods. It's easier to fall back into business — they both found comfort in being busibodies productivity, she was sure — and talking about facts and events was always easier than feelings and insecurities.]
First, [That being said, her eyes slide back to his opposite arm, and the unwelcome anxiety that comes with a question that she worries she already knows the answer to,] I... may I ask about your arm? That is not of Galra design.
[The last she knew, his old arm was destroyed according to Keith. If he only just now woke up, that could only mean a few things,]
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She drops her arm back to her side, and she nods. It's easier to fall back into business — they both found comfort in
being busibodiesproductivity, she was sure — and talking about facts and events was always easier than feelings and insecurities.]First, [That being said, her eyes slide back to his opposite arm, and the unwelcome anxiety that comes with a question that she worries she already knows the answer to,] I... may I ask about your arm? That is not of Galra design.
[The last she knew, his old arm was destroyed according to Keith. If he only just now woke up, that could only mean a few things,]