[For all her bitterness, the rage that simmered beneath her nigh constantly, the frustration she felt with her situation... Hayame did not truly need much. Just an effort, something she could recognize as similar enough, and she was at least somewhat pacified. Just that he sat across from her as she was used to made her shoulders unstiffen slightly, allowed her to raise her head and unwrap the cloth to reveal a burgundy warcoat, the likes human men, warriors, commanders, would don for battle.]
I could not procure a cloak such as yours, but perhaps this... ?
[Though she had bowed her head, offered it up to him... it wasn't about subservience, and not even about apologizing or thanking him, not really. It was about respect.
(And perhaps, a small part of her thought, about the other reason she was afraid had brought her here.)]
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I could not procure a cloak such as yours, but perhaps this... ?
[Though she had bowed her head, offered it up to him... it wasn't about subservience, and not even about apologizing or thanking him, not really. It was about respect.
(And perhaps, a small part of her thought, about the other reason she was afraid had brought her here.)]