[She'd half-expected him to just refuse again, so she feels oddly pleased with herself when he complies; maybe her authoritative sass carries through subconsciously. She could usually bully him into doing things he didn't want to but had to, one way or another.
She leaves her hands carefully sunk into the water and away from him, mindful of the distance he keeps. When he reaches for a dish to dry her hands are below the surface, never setting one in the rack when he's near it. She hates the idea of him flinching away from her or something- better to not risk it.]
I don't remember what she looked like.
[They lost them too early and have lived far too long for her to hold on to those memories. What's to remember? Soft hands, stern faces, a couple of graves they never bothered to visit? Taako's her family, that's all she's ever needed.]
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She leaves her hands carefully sunk into the water and away from him, mindful of the distance he keeps. When he reaches for a dish to dry her hands are below the surface, never setting one in the rack when he's near it. She hates the idea of him flinching away from her or something- better to not risk it.]
I don't remember what she looked like.
[They lost them too early and have lived far too long for her to hold on to those memories. What's to remember? Soft hands, stern faces, a couple of graves they never bothered to visit? Taako's her family, that's all she's ever needed.]