If Nausy had been surprised to find Shiraz outside her door, she was even more surprised at the other woman's question. The timing of it, anyway; she hadn't been exactly subtle with her flirting, and she was fairly certain that Shiraz would notice sooner or later.
She moved to stand beside Shiraz by the waterfall, pursing her lips together. There was no breeze, but she felt herself shiver.
Had it been someone else, she would try to be all nonchalant in response, maybe even feign innocence of the subject matter in question and throw a bad joke somewhere in the conversation. But this was Shiraz - Paris' Bonded, the woman he shared his life with in a manner the redhead could barely comprehend. She couldn't bring herself not to be truthful. Of course, she knew she was walking a fine line. She and Shiraz had finally come to some semblance of friendship after so many months, and being honest with her feelings would demonstrate her genuine desire to be the other's friend. But since they were talking about Paris...
"Well," Nausy started to say with a small smile, "he's very good-looking."
Shiraz did ask what she really thought.
Then she added, seriously, "But it doesn't really matter what I think, does it? He's... spoken for." She clasped her hands together behind her back - one of her habits as a soldier that she hadn't quite let go of. But the gesture helped steady her.
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She moved to stand beside Shiraz by the waterfall, pursing her lips together. There was no breeze, but she felt herself shiver.
Had it been someone else, she would try to be all nonchalant in response, maybe even feign innocence of the subject matter in question and throw a bad joke somewhere in the conversation. But this was Shiraz - Paris' Bonded, the woman he shared his life with in a manner the redhead could barely comprehend. She couldn't bring herself not to be truthful. Of course, she knew she was walking a fine line. She and Shiraz had finally come to some semblance of friendship after so many months, and being honest with her feelings would demonstrate her genuine desire to be the other's friend. But since they were talking about Paris...
"Well," Nausy started to say with a small smile, "he's very good-looking."
Shiraz did ask what she really thought.
Then she added, seriously, "But it doesn't really matter what I think, does it? He's... spoken for." She clasped her hands together behind her back - one of her habits as a soldier that she hadn't quite let go of. But the gesture helped steady her.