[Hayame thinks that she knows what she is going to say. She has been preparing for this moment for a while, after all, even if she had not known at all that it was going to come today. At first, she had imagined... she would sneak up on him at the market in Alenroux, in the clothing that Yuri had helped her buy that obscured most of her body and face so that no one would recognize her. But then she had worried he might be too startled, plus they would be in public... so perhaps him coming home to find her in this state? But that seemed almost like... like some sort of seduction... ? When she obviously planned to just use this for infiltration purposes, to get around where a jinba or such a recognizable Meri could not...
- What was she going to say again? Her fingers play with the tassels on the sash that is somewhat similar to the ones she has seen him wear before... and oh. That's right. Her hearing was so dull in this shape... it's him, he's behind her, and he will see the woman he addresses stiffen up, not responding at first...
Before she turns and reveals that her face is familiar. Even the blush is familiar, the way she purses her lips to try to look serious or unbothered is the same, the eyepatch is familiar, and despite the fact that surely there is no reason that the half ton centaur he had fallen in love with should or could be a barely five foot tall human woman dressed in Almyran garb...
She apparently is.
And, just a beat too late, sounding, in all honesty, kind of awkward and a probably a little lame... She looks up at him and says,]
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- What was she going to say again? Her fingers play with the tassels on the sash that is somewhat similar to the ones she has seen him wear before... and oh. That's right. Her hearing was so dull in this shape... it's him, he's behind her, and he will see the woman he addresses stiffen up, not responding at first...
Before she turns and reveals that her face is familiar. Even the blush is familiar, the way she purses her lips to try to look serious or unbothered is the same, the eyepatch is familiar, and despite the fact that surely there is no reason that the half ton centaur he had fallen in love with should or could be a barely five foot tall human woman dressed in Almyran garb...
She apparently is.
And, just a beat too late, sounding, in all honesty, kind of awkward and a probably a little lame... She looks up at him and says,]
... Are you surprised?