in honour of yasha’s quietest moments
mimicking a cat’s purr and being delighted to learn what it means
confused but accepting of the world’s most awkward church camp flirting
showing her best friend her new flowers and, satisfied: “i’m getting *quite* the collection”
“but really, are you an angel?” and emotionally, in a language she likely never got to speak with anyone else: “of sorts, i guess”
the entire advice giving/shaving scene from ep 22
petulance that the barmaid just won’t share what she’s reading!
circus acts as a distraction tactic!
“do you believe in destiny?” “no.” “but you dream of islands and then go to them?” “… I don’t think I like you.”
giving “janet” as her fake name
all of ep 46, but most notably that she tried to speak with and not fight the lightning creature, and that she chose to spill secrets and receive comfort, “i have so many flowers to bring to her”
Miming asking for a bite of the spider meat, and excitedly going back to ask for more for Jester
drawing a dick in the sand to try and commune with the storm lord, and thinking of her friends, and not raging through any of it
gardening with a friend in a home of her own, pushing her bed to be near a precious gift from a friend, getting a room with a balcony so she can be under the stars easily if need be
“i’ve seen you, beau, I’ve seen you a lot”
delighted and grateful for the gift of a handmade straw hat
“maybe i… performed”, miming whatever could be a rock harp, and in a moment of jester’s speech to her brought on by tenderness and fear, recalling the joke with jester to lighten the mood
responding to news of a friend’s terrible past with empathy, humour, and sincerity
that when she got sucked into the mirror world alone, her response to a friend coming to help was that of worry for him “why did you come over here?!”
never mind sorrow or rage, or fear - which she had plenty of as well - but they truly did get her quietest moments, of love and humour and petulance and a careful growing trust in them