( She looks at his hand and reaches out to touch it gently. Her hands are small, and soft, the hands of someone who really hasn't had to work with them very much. It's only now, when she really focuses on their hands touching that just a little bit of her magic seems to actively seep through. It's warm, the kind of life granting magic all saniwa possess but from this day on, it's the magic of his new saniwa.
Mikazuki's answer isn't a new one. She'd hear very similar things before coming here. She doesn't understand all of it but she understands just enough to know the important things: They depend on her and she'll have to take care of them. And soon, she'll learn that she can depend on them and they'll take care of her...
When her concentration breaks, so does that short connection of magic and she nods, getting under the covers and turning on her side to watch Mikazuki just a little more with curious eyes.
An old sword that is now an old man... Hm. )
Good night, Mikazuki-san.
( And Mikazuki is absolutely right. She goes to sleep almost immediately. )
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Mikazuki's answer isn't a new one. She'd hear very similar things before coming here. She doesn't understand all of it but she understands just enough to know the important things: They depend on her and she'll have to take care of them. And soon, she'll learn that she can depend on them and they'll take care of her...
When her concentration breaks, so does that short connection of magic and she nods, getting under the covers and turning on her side to watch Mikazuki just a little more with curious eyes.
An old sword that is now an old man... Hm. )
Good night, Mikazuki-san.
( And Mikazuki is absolutely right. She goes to sleep almost immediately. )