[Though it takes more effort than it should, Hayame slowly manages to drag her upper half off the mattress and into a “sit”, her forelegs curling and tail whipping once beneath the blanket. Slow. Fine, she could go slow for now-]
You would try to lie to me, now of all times?
[Even though she’s grown accustomed (sort of) to how flippant and careless seeming he was with his words, Hayame refuses to let him gloss over the fact that, somehow, he has taken some of her illness into his body. Into his shard- the same one lying still warm like sunshine in her palm as such a contrast to the snowy frost of her own.]
no subject
You would try to lie to me, now of all times?
[Even though she’s grown accustomed (sort of) to how flippant and careless seeming he was with his words, Hayame refuses to let him gloss over the fact that, somehow, he has taken some of her illness into his body. Into his shard- the same one lying still warm like sunshine in her palm as such a contrast to the snowy frost of her own.]