[ Unkind may not be the word Harrow would use, but then again, she would never think of any cruel word in regard to this man-become-God-become-man; she could not fathom the idea of parsing him as so. Even when frustrated. Even when being told she had not seen her own heart's truest love.
Even though she is so tired, and she wants more than anything to be touch's distance from Gideon Nav, wanting but not touching, just knowing she can. ]
I am--
[ Harrow looks down at her tea, touches the mug for the grounding sensation of warmth, does not drink anything. The usual. ]
--listening, Teacher.
[ To him she is always listening. Even if she knows not the basics of what, exactly. ]
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Even though she is so tired, and she wants more than anything to be touch's distance from Gideon Nav, wanting but not touching, just knowing she can. ]
I am--
[ Harrow looks down at her tea, touches the mug for the grounding sensation of warmth, does not drink anything. The usual. ]
--listening, Teacher.
[ To him she is always listening. Even if she knows not the basics of what, exactly. ]