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Hikaru liked his voice. She pondered this. Perhaps it was the quietness of it or the wisdom that leaked from it. It soothed her, helping her not feel so bad about the elf's right eye, which she had of course noticed right away. Seeing the scar made her thankful for her own healthy body. She couldn't help adding mentally, though, that she wished it was naturally a little thinner.
She grasped the extended hand. Since a certain event, she had the habit of looking at people's hands. It was so slender, very much the opposite of her hand. Her own were small and pudgy, something she did not enjoy very much.
"Nice to meet you!" Hikaru said, looking up and smiling. "My name's Hikaru. Hikaru Nakamiya."
She blinked and looked down again. It was just a slight difference. There were many people who had hands that were different from the color of their face. For example, people who didn't expose their hands in sunlight. But wouldn't it be the other way around? The color of the hands would be a lighter color, whereas Alaamarea's hand was a little golden.
She brushed it off her mind. It didn't really matter. It could even be her eyes playing tricks on her. But she did take notice of the tiny bubble of satisfaction for realizing, and scorned it a little bit. Just a little bit.
Hikaru was lost for words. It wasn't like she didn't want to talk or that she didn't have any questions, but Almaarea felt enormous. Not just in actual height, but experience as well. It made her feel small and want to just stare at him.
She didn't have any courage to ask him about healing, not yet. She supposed she would ask eventually. She couldn't go around saying she was a healer when she knew almost nothing about it.
All her thoughts ended up coming out as,
"Does everyone get up so early around here?"
Sometimes, she hated her own mouth.