[How terrifying and comforting both that look is to her. Hayame struggles not to laugh, not so smile, (these sorts of things... it wasn't for laughing or smiling, was it?), because actually... the beard was a not helping the strange tickling sensation that made her awful human leg want to... twitch.]
Of course I am-
[If not more red in the face than she's ever been, (though she's sure now that she will do things she has never done, many times), unsure of what to do with the ungainly legs she has come here with, gaze turning shamefully away from his face... and then back, because he is smiling, and assured, and she likes that.]
I just... am not accustomed.
[The most delicate way she can manage to say it, carefully, anxiously letting her hand trace down his face into his beard, curiously.]
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Of course I am-
[If not more red in the face than she's ever been, (though she's sure now that she will do things she has never done, many times), unsure of what to do with the ungainly legs she has come here with, gaze turning shamefully away from his face... and then back, because he is smiling, and assured, and she likes that.]
I just... am not accustomed.
[The most delicate way she can manage to say it, carefully, anxiously letting her hand trace down his face into his beard, curiously.]