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The other woman wrenches out of the clutches of sleep with a hoarse gasp expelled from her throat, her fingers clasped to her chest in some small act of comfort. Looking onwards from where she sits beside the bonfire, Kestrel opts to say nothing; perhaps it is merely a bad dream that Andromeda is wrestling herself from.

She’s had plenty of those too, now moreso than before.

Her thoughts die a quick death when Andromeda’s mouth falls open, ready to speak but suddenly choking on air, and when the woman begins to retch onto the floor of the derelict cabin, Kestrel moves without thinking, shifting forward to stand a few paces away from Andromeda, her fingers hovering hesitantly in the space between them.

They are but strangers still, and she is not quite sure her touch will be welcomed. Her presence, however—the reassurance of someone being there for Andromeda; that, she can provide, at the very least.

After a while, the woman finishes, sitting up and trailing a finger over her mouth. Kestrel’s gaze flits down towards the dust that must have come out of Andromeda’s throat, and really—it’s none of her business.

“It appears I was at death’s door this whole time.”

Kestrel winces, but she does not otherwise deny it; Andromeda really had looked like death warmed over, the night prior. Her skin looks almost luminous right now, in comparison, but it makes the blonde a little queasy to think that the vomiting the other woman had partaken in earlier had anything to do with it. “Please don’t say that,” she chastices the woman lightly, moving back towards the fire. Her hand reaches for a stick bearing roasted meat, and she returns to Andromeda to offer her the food. “Here, take a bite. Maybe it’ll, uh, make you feel better.” Kestrel pointedly does not make mention of the retching episode that had just occurred.

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Please don’t say that.

Andromeda does not say anything after that. While she was not keen on being scolded for telling the truth, the nymph had to remind herself that mortal emotions were delicate and transparent. Perhaps it was rather impolite to empty out her demise on the floor especially since the matter was unfathomable to anyone else, only to appear good as new afterwards. However, Andromeda knew there was more meaning underneath those four words.

She watched as Kestrel plucked a stick with roasted meat from the fire and offered it to her not before long. When was the last time she had a meal? Naturally, Andromeda could not gain anything from eating what humans did because she was not structured to digest it. Only the taste and smell could be savoured, and it was something she had grown to be fond of; particularly when it came to tea.

Thank you,” Andromeda replies and takes the food into her own dainty fingers, although she does not take a bite. Instead, the nymph stands with little effort to straighten out her figure. She stands tall and somewhat proud, still pleased about her recovery and hoped this would not have to occur again for the next century or so.

She takes a look around the cabin anew, a hand glided over the rotten wood whilst stepping in the pile of dust on the ground. Her eyes closed and she listened to how the wind moaned outside, tickling leaves and branches each time it passed; how the water laughed and how the fire sang. The planet spoke to her and yet, some of its words were muffled. If she rested more then perhaps, they would become clearer.

A deep inhale. A soft exhale.

Andromeda removed the coat from her form without hurry, careful not to ruin it with the food still in her hand. Her brief nudity was exchanged with an airy, teal dress that materialized instantly once she handed back the coat to its rightful owner. Only her feet remained bare.

Your coat is quite comfortable, I must say,” the nymph says lightly but ever-monotone. “I should look into getting one for my sister once we reach Mageside.” She glances down at the pile of dust underneath her feet whilst taking a bite of the roasted meat. The dirt transforms into smoke and sizzles beneath her heels until it is no more.

Andromeda strolls away to sit on the bed and observes Kestrel with a thoughtful eye. “Did you sleep well?” she asks. “I would have hoped that a moment’s rest awakened your powers but given the sound of the fire, that is not the case.” Another bite of food.

Her head raises. “The waters here are very fresh and crisp. Perhaps it will make you feel better after you have eaten,” she pauses. “Especially after what you have been through.

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Kestrel cannot help the faint smile that touches her lips at the other woman’s acceptance of the food; may it be through genuine hunger or mere courtesy, she does not quite know, but Andromeda does take what she has offered, and that speaks volumes to perhaps the burgeoning trust between them. As the woman rises to her feet and begins to make her way around the crumbling confines of the ruined cabin, the blonde girl shifts her attention to her own means of sustenance, taking her damned sweet time to enjoy the smoky tang of meat on her tongue.

Halfway through a bite, the faint sounds of rustling fabric reaches her ears, and when Kestrel turns her gaze to Andromeda just in time to see her form uncovered once more, she does not have enough time to feel embarrassed over gaping openly at the woman’s sudden nudity before a dress appears to veil skin once more. She wordlessly receives her coat back, tucks it under her arm as she pointedly returns to her food, humming quietly at Andromeda’s comment pertaining to her sister, which stirs curiosity but not enough to push her to ask further.

“Did you sleep well? I would have hoped that a moment’s rest awakened your powers but given the sound of the fire, that is not the case.”

Kestrel purses her lips at the statement, bites straight to the bone to keep her mouth occupied lest she blathers without thinking. There is a reason she does not pluck the sunstrings despite them situated so easily within her reach. To be fair, Andromeda does not know, but the statement still stings, like salt over a freshly opened wound.

“The waters here are very fresh and crisp. Perhaps it will make you feel better after you have eaten. Especially after what you have been through.”

Indignation altogether irrational claws up Kestrel’s throat—and what does she know about what Kestrel has been through?—but she swallows it down, opts to take Andromeda’s words for the friendly suggestion that they spell out. “That’s a good idea, thanks,” she murmurs, polishing off the last of fowl from her stick. A moment of hesitation, and then she continues, “would you like to join me? In, uh, not in a weird way, but like—cool water. Bathing. Yes.” Kestrel slaps a hand over her mouth to stop the rambling sprawl of words spilling out unbidden. Gods, what a nightmare. She is most definitely not blushing, no way. “You know what I mean.”

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It goes without saying that Andromeda was not a mind reader. While she did not know of the events that transpired during her absence, it was not difficult to feel the tragedy. Kestrel, unfortunately, did not hide it very well. Did the woman assume that pursed lips and rippling annoyance would go unnoticed? Perhaps Andromeda’s perceptional skill was a flaw in itself.

She did not smile at the extended invitation to take a dip in the waters and looked away after the other’s flustered remark. “Your blush suits you,” she whispered. Paris said the same to her once. “You have my thanks. However, I do not wish to taint these waters with what still lingers in me.” Besides, one of them had to be aware of their surroundings in case anyone else dared to tread these lands.

Andromeda stood up and nodded. “I shall accompany you and sit along the waterside, at least,” she said, taking another bite of the fowl. “This should prove to be an excellent opportunity to get to know one another. After all, we are not much help to each other if we do not have an inkling about what makes us who we are.” 

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this is short for good reason.

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When Andromeda’s face does not change in response to her query, cool water to her fiery spark—well. She just feels silly now, is what she does; here she is getting distressed and discomposed, a far cry from the other woman’s stoic poise, and never before has she felt more like a child beside her companion than she has in this very moment.

When Andromeda looks away, Kestrel chooses to stare.

“Your blush suits you. You have my thanks. However, I do not wish to taint these waters with what still lingers in me.”

Confused doesn’t even begin to describe what Kestrel feels, and she grimaces in reply, ruminating over Andromeda’s words for a moment. Something lingering within her—a sickness, perhaps? Something that can spread beyond the confines of her body in such a way that it taints others? It can’t possibly be dramatic enough to mean something emotional, can it? She does not know the other woman enough to put it past her. While Kestrel continues mentally wracking her brain for possible answers that make sense, Andromeda rises to her feet.

“I shall accompany you and sit along the waterside, at least. This should prove to be an excellent opportunity to get to know one another. After all, we are not much help to each other if we do not have an inkling about what makes us who we are.” 

She purses her lips, but does not otherwise argue. Andromeda does make a good point there, but does it really have to be Kestrel agrees to it, however.

 

True to form, the stream is cool against her skin, refreshing cold to quell the burgeoning fire in her veins. Kestrel sinks deeper into the water, submerging her body up until the edges of her collarbones; it proves to be a suitable distraction from the embarrassment threatening to rise in her throat, laid bare under her companion’s weighty gaze. She imagines her clothes are watching in amusement from where they lie neatly folded by the river’s edge.

She knows she has the higher ground here when it comes to privacy; she had first met Andromeda when the woman had been stark naked and wandering cold in a field, for crying out loud. Nudity, however, is not exactly what she had been thinking about when Andromeda had suggested that they get to know each other.

“Are—are you sure you don’t wanna test the waters even a little?” She waves a hand in Andromeda’s direction, gazing over the sun-speckled ground near the woman’s chosen perch. “I don’t know what it is that’s in you that could taint this, but surely it can’t be that bad?” Kestrel shrugs to show her confusion, waiting to see if the other woman is up for a little explanation on her part.

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