[Her expression turns almost comically defensive about her ignorance of what dwarves were for a moment there, quite ready to ask if he knew what a jinmencho was- but it passes when he explains, and offers distraction yet for her to turn her cheek into his touch with a quiet hum, extracting one hand in order to try and brush her long hair back out of the way- grown a bit wild about the sheets since it had come unbound somewhere along the way.
Short, sturdy, hairy men with beards and skills at forge- it was not so obscure for her that she couldn't imagine it. ... the beards sounded quite disturbingly long, that was... actually the hardest part to envision. But- craftsmen, then. Alright.]
Is it their... magic, then? That it is shaped so true and you can feel so well?
[Traces swirls in the shapes of the kanji letters Majima had set her to memorizing into the metal? arm, wondering in a way she does not usually allow. The woman with whom she had roomed before had arms of metal... but they were shaped sharply and moved with clicks and clacks, they needed to be tuned. His... she would never had known it for false if he wore sleeve and glove.]
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Short, sturdy, hairy men with beards and skills at forge- it was not so obscure for her that she couldn't imagine it. ... the beards sounded quite disturbingly long, that was... actually the hardest part to envision. But- craftsmen, then. Alright.]
Is it their... magic, then? That it is shaped so true and you can feel so well?
[Traces swirls in the shapes of the kanji letters Majima had set her to memorizing into the metal? arm, wondering in a way she does not usually allow. The woman with whom she had roomed before had arms of metal... but they were shaped sharply and moved with clicks and clacks, they needed to be tuned. His... she would never had known it for false if he wore sleeve and glove.]