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Well if that weren't stunningly obvious. When she came close, the mirrored action was to simply turn in her direction, lining her up as if to be able to easily skewer her through with his saber. Though he didn't have too. As she motioned to the canteen, he leaned to his right, clasping the canteen which was empty without looking at it, this caused him to have to clutch at the air once or twice before actually getting it. What the hell was she on about cooking him a proper meal someday? As if he would ever eat a b-...
Another bite from anything she made, no doubt it would be poisoned. What made her think he would deny his pride as a Sith and let her leave this planet breathing? Did she think him weak? He drew a breath suddenly; respiratory system kicking up a notch as he started seething to himself. A very brief moment of anger flushing through him. He gripped that saber so tightly it pierced his flesh, and the kid just stared at her in bewilderment...
A few beats would pass...
"I drank it all... You're right. Better to dry it" he shuddered, as the temperature hit him then; turning slightly away from her. He would press back lightly, so as their backs just barely touched (initially) letting their body warmth be shared. Not like the fire wasn't helping, but it made sense to share their warmth to him. Just in cast the fire died throughout the night.
As far as he basically getting ready to pass out sitting up however, he would just mumble as he rested his head against that sandy dune.
"I would've stabbed you through your back earlier if I wanted to kill you still, go to bed..." he said, right hand showing her he still held that saber firmly. Not exactly the most comforting thing, but therein there was a comfort in how true his words were.
She had no reason to be fearful of him just yet. He just wasn't sure how long that would last...
Xian Xiao
Another bite from anything she made, no doubt it would be poisoned. What made her think he would deny his pride as a Sith and let her leave this planet breathing? Did she think him weak? He drew a breath suddenly; respiratory system kicking up a notch as he started seething to himself. A very brief moment of anger flushing through him. He gripped that saber so tightly it pierced his flesh, and the kid just stared at her in bewilderment...
A few beats would pass...
"I drank it all... You're right. Better to dry it" he shuddered, as the temperature hit him then; turning slightly away from her. He would press back lightly, so as their backs just barely touched (initially) letting their body warmth be shared. Not like the fire wasn't helping, but it made sense to share their warmth to him. Just in cast the fire died throughout the night.
As far as he basically getting ready to pass out sitting up however, he would just mumble as he rested his head against that sandy dune.
"I would've stabbed you through your back earlier if I wanted to kill you still, go to bed..." he said, right hand showing her he still held that saber firmly. Not exactly the most comforting thing, but therein there was a comfort in how true his words were.
She had no reason to be fearful of him just yet. He just wasn't sure how long that would last...
![Xian Xiao](/data/avatars/s/17/17604.jpg?1710712578)