WIP Wednesday
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Picking up shortly after Nefi’s woken up after her Arrow Ordeal, but before Isanna’s told her what all happened that night, as it calls for some tea first:
“So you are an aasimar,” Nefi said when Isanna returned and handed her a mug of fragrant, steaming tea. Their fingers brushed in the exchange, and shy smiles were mirrored on their faces as gold and lilac met. “I thought your hair had a little too much shine to it, but under the scarf, I couldn’t be sure. And your eyes… unusual. You have a—” she waved one hand vaguely in Isanna’s direction “—golden look about you.” Her eyes fell upon the inquisitor’s now-visibly-golden lips and lingered there, and a gold-tinted blush bloomed across Isanna’s cheeks, followed by a second, significantly more self-conscious smile. “Perceptive,” Isanna remarked approvingly. Nefi’s eyes widened slightly and sparkled at the praise, and they held each other’s gaze for a moment before the agent closed her eyes and took a slow, satisfied sip of tea. The warm beverage seemed to soothe her, but when she opened her eyes again, she kept them downcast, directed into the depths of her mug. Isanna watched her expression shift from pensive reflection to grave concern, and it was only once she had started to worry that Nefi lifted her eyes. “No matter what you’re going to say,” the agent said with a slow solemnity, “I really do owe you my life, don’t I?” “You don’t owe me anything,” Isanna assured her, exhaling softly in relief that it hadn’t been anything worse.













