[Hayame's own eye seems slightly strange in the light for a moment- or rather, the focus of it, as she adjusts from her kind's natural night vision to the light of the fire. Honestly, she preferred it either light or dark, so that her eyes (eye) might see better in either, but... She had been raised alongside humans who did not see nearly as well as she did, and she was used to dealing with the way the vague brightness blurred things at the edges.]
To think that we have been reduced to fearing rodents and insects.
[She does not deny that they should be vigilant of them. That was the problem.
But after a long silence, potentially awkward or maybe just stoic (maybe just remembering the last time they'd been seated together, and the accusations that had come of it), Hayame gestures vaguely to the "logs", also known as small twigs, arranged around the campfire.]
no subject
To think that we have been reduced to fearing rodents and insects.
[She does not deny that they should be vigilant of them. That was the problem.
But after a long silence, potentially awkward or maybe just stoic (maybe just remembering the last time they'd been seated together, and the accusations that had come of it), Hayame gestures vaguely to the "logs", also known as small twigs, arranged around the campfire.]
- May I join you?