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It's taken a bit of time, getting used to a new set of instincts in the back of her mind. Now, Kanaya trusts herself enough to brave the main bar for a longer length of time, rather than scurrying down the stairs for sustenance, then disappearing back up them.
Today, she feels calm. The snarling in her hind brain is quiet, the crowd in the bar isn't too large, and she's currently sewing cat ears onto the hood of a jacket.
Botherable.
Today, she feels calm. The snarling in her hind brain is quiet, the crowd in the bar isn't too large, and she's currently sewing cat ears onto the hood of a jacket.
Botherable.