[Sothis didn't acknowledge the metaphorical olive branch - at first. She was still scowling at the wall like it had personally wronged her, her hands flexing and relaxing at her sides as she visibly worked through some great emotion that blocked out everything else around her. She had always been an expressive person - wild and free with her heart... but back then, vengeful rage didn't haunt her mind like a ravenous beast. It went against her nature to suppress her impulses, but in this, she had to. She had no choice.
This powerlessness she had over her own fate and now her own heart was becoming ridiculous.
Finally, however, as the moment of silence threatened to stretch into awkward territory and give the impression that she was ignoring him, Sothis just... slumped. Her shoulders dropped from their combative posture, her head dipped slightly, and when she turned to face Claude once more, her expression was less belligerent and more apathetic. The coals of rage could only be kindled for so long until their flames drained - and Sothis had spent so much of her time in this strange chamber aimlessly angry and lashing out like some sort of impulsive beast.
Perhaps it was the body's exhaustion corrupting her... or maybe even her spirit could flag when crushed under enough pressure. She supposed it didn't matter. She lacked the will to be intentionally difficult either way.]
Keep it. This vessel does not require the extra warmth. Just ensure no one decides to slay me in my sleep again.
[Byleth's internal temperature was always optimised accordingly. With that information delivered, she leaned against the wall and let her eyes slip half-shut. She'd rest... but like hell she was lying down and potentially getting shanked by some opportunistic bastard. No. She was going go sleep like a horse: standing up.]
no subject
This powerlessness she had over her own fate and now her own heart was becoming ridiculous.
Finally, however, as the moment of silence threatened to stretch into awkward territory and give the impression that she was ignoring him, Sothis just... slumped. Her shoulders dropped from their combative posture, her head dipped slightly, and when she turned to face Claude once more, her expression was less belligerent and more apathetic. The coals of rage could only be kindled for so long until their flames drained - and Sothis had spent so much of her time in this strange chamber aimlessly angry and lashing out like some sort of impulsive beast.
Perhaps it was the body's exhaustion corrupting her... or maybe even her spirit could flag when crushed under enough pressure. She supposed it didn't matter. She lacked the will to be intentionally difficult either way.]
Keep it. This vessel does not require the extra warmth. Just ensure no one decides to slay me in my sleep again.
[Byleth's internal temperature was always optimised accordingly. With that information delivered, she leaned against the wall and let her eyes slip half-shut. She'd rest... but like hell she was lying down and potentially getting shanked by some opportunistic bastard. No. She was going go sleep like a horse: standing up.]