[private] such a simple thing

[Vastra]

Although she wants to roll her eyes, she does feel a little bit of sympathy for him. It seems that she is not the only one to have some problems with the whole shifting thing - though she hardly feels better. Comradery never really was her style. She does appreciate, however, how he did not use the word safe - and she is sure that was the word he left off based on his smirk. Perhaps he could be taught after all. He had already learned enough about her not to underestimate her ability to handle herself against another lion, after all. She closes her eyes for a moment, sorting her thoughts and just enjoying the heat from the sun - and breaking the intensity of her watchfulness. Vastra is still considering launching right off of this boulder and seeing what he’ll do when under attack. But who is she to push him into shifting if that is not what he wants? She doesn’t fully believe that is not what he wants, sure, but perhaps the lioness could be projecting her own thoughts on this handsome, blue-accented stranger. Is it a crime to see what beast he is keeping on a leash? To feed that beast as she fed her own? Vastra certainly didn’t think so, but the horse-mind was still a little foreign to her and she found their manners odd on occasion. So she opts for… well, not quite encouraging but not quite insulting either. There’s a gentle teasing note to her voice when she eventually opens her stormy eyes back to regard him once again. “Well, with that defeatist attitude I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d lose yourself.” A blink, and then her tone grows a little more serious as she tries to puzzle out his issue - or if there is an issue. “Are you happy with never shifting?” v a s t r a

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@[Svedka]