[ Mordred winces when the child falls; certain that touching her without any warning, even to help, would only make things worse. Instead, she crouches down next to the small figure on the ground, trying to put herself at the same level. Sometimes being a womanlet is convenient.
Gray never told her the details of how her face came to be not her face, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out that it's probably the cause of her distress right now — so Mordred takes a risk. She reaches back, pulls her hair out of her ponytail to remove the main point of difference between them, and sets her jaw in determination as she orders the other girl to: ]
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Sometimes being a womanlet is convenient.Gray never told her the details of how her face came to be not her face, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out that it's probably the cause of her distress right now — so Mordred takes a risk. She reaches back, pulls her hair out of her ponytail to remove the main point of difference between them, and sets her jaw in determination as she orders the other girl to: ]
Look at me.