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[ She doesn't want to be rude! ]

Why do you enjoy fighting so well?
Why did you learn?

Is it because of your beauty?

[ Alayne knows the kind of attention beauty brings. She herself had been helpless against it, though she makes no indication of that aloud. Still, the implication hangs between her words. Would it have been wiser for her to learn how to fight, too?

(The answer: no. It would have spared her nothing.) ]

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[ She doesn't answer right away, pausing in the halls to look down at her communicator. It's a question she could answer simply, but Alayne, she thinks, should know more of the story. ]

i'll tell you in person.
but i guess that is part of it.

[ And Jaye will be at her room soon, a bag of goods from the outpost slung over her shoulder. ]

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[ Alayne wonders if she has spoken too freely, panic prickling at her skin during the silence that proceeds Jaye's answer. When it finally comes, she finds it in herself to breathe easy again, giving a short nod to the device in her hand even though there is no one or nothing to see it. ]

In person, then.

[ When Jaye arrives, Alayne is busying herself about the room, trying to make sure that it is tidy and that she herself is presentable (as if there was any doubt; she always is) ]

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[ Jaye does knock, but since Alayne is expecting her she doesn't wait long, slipping inside with her bag. She immediately looks at Alayne to see if she looks well, and then her gaze goes to find Lady to do the same. ]

You can take whatever's in this bag, if you like it. If not, I can find another home for it.

[ It seem a bit silly to say "hi" when they were just texting. ]

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[ It may seem silly to say hello when they were just texting but Alayne's response is more than engrained, her hands finding her skirt to lit it slightly as she dips in her usual bow of greeting. Still, she smiles and does not avert her gaze as she does so — a sign, albeit difficult to discern for non-Westerosi, of their friendship.

Lady pads over immediately to snuffle and sniff at Jaye's delivery. Surprise colors Alayne's expression. ] How ever did you manage to carry it all?

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[ A smile is a smile, and Jaye returns it before shifting her weight to scratch Lady behind the ears. ] Maybe we'll have something for you in here too, huh Lady?

They had bags. [ Like the one she brought. ] And I took a few trips in between the shuttle and the rest of the outpost.

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[ Lady whimpers, not having had much attention nor company during the stop at Strela (none save Petyr and Alayne herself). Her nosing turns eagerly from the bag to Jaye herself, looking for smells both new and familiar. ]

You are as strong as you are brave and stubborn, [ Alayne declares with a grateful smile. (It is good to see her, she thinks. Had she been lonely all this time but hadn't noticed?) ] May— may I embrace you in greeting?

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[ Lady will find familiar smells and the smell of the cow and chickens, more plant life due to Jaye spending more time in the Oxygen Garden, and a different sort of soap that she had taken off Strela. Jaye scratches her again, laughing slightly at what Alayne says. ]

Well, I'm definitely stubborn. And yeah, sure. [ She's surprised Alayne is asking, really -- though she guesses she really shouldn't be, especially after the question the girl had asked her on her way over. ]