She reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear as she turns off from the staircase, leading the way to a little sitting room where there's a bit of water warmed over a brazier. Definitely not something lovely and convenient like the kettle back home, though it works well enough, she supposes. Still, it's so odd - of the things she's had to adjust to here, the war hasn't been the hardest, or the fear, or the races of people unknown to her, or the complicated politics, or the complicated tongues. It's the mundane things. It's the way that it takes three times as long to make tea and five times as long to bathe and how she's always hot or cold and never quite manages to feel fully clean. And the fact that she's pretty sure she's gotten bit by a flea or two already, which is horrific. And all that's stuff she doesn't want to complain about, either, because hears the other Rifters carrying on and they all sound ever so obnoxious...
Oh, well.
"I mean - " She gestures him towards a seat. "Freedom and what that means, it's obvious for some people. For slaves, the meaning of freedom is clear. But what's it mean for people like us? What's it mean to go after freedom?"
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Date: 2018-11-13 02:54 am (UTC)She reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear as she turns off from the staircase, leading the way to a little sitting room where there's a bit of water warmed over a brazier. Definitely not something lovely and convenient like the kettle back home, though it works well enough, she supposes. Still, it's so odd - of the things she's had to adjust to here, the war hasn't been the hardest, or the fear, or the races of people unknown to her, or the complicated politics, or the complicated tongues. It's the mundane things. It's the way that it takes three times as long to make tea and five times as long to bathe and how she's always hot or cold and never quite manages to feel fully clean. And the fact that she's pretty sure she's gotten bit by a flea or two already, which is horrific. And all that's stuff she doesn't want to complain about, either, because hears the other Rifters carrying on and they all sound ever so obnoxious...
Oh, well.
"I mean - " She gestures him towards a seat. "Freedom and what that means, it's obvious for some people. For slaves, the meaning of freedom is clear. But what's it mean for people like us? What's it mean to go after freedom?"