( binah could only watch as the fixer deliberates her next move. she sees the signs of preparedness, of the challenge plucked out and considered even when she ultimately does nothing further with it. she knows from experience just how easily that pacifistic stance will change if she so much as presses even a little in the wrong direction.

it's a good sign, she thinks.

there's a moment where she says nothing, her thumb following the handle of her cup before she finally breaks her gaze to look at her reflection in the tea instead.

stories, that brand of noble sacrifice and staunch commitment to the cause of something better.. )

The legend of the Red Mist has certainly inspired her fair share of hearts. ( hmm. ) Tell me, did she save you as well?