If she was told, Altissima would have a hard time believing she was the first to call Tarian an idiot. Slightly more believable was that she was just the first to call him it to his face - even though she knows he’s not truly dimwitted. But everyone should call him an idiot to see the sweet surprised look that he gets when he hears that word.
His muttering about her powers only inspires a brighter smile and she nods as if to say: yes, that is exactly what she uses the ability for. Why shouldn’t she? It brings her joy to make him glow, knowing how little he cares for being a spectacle.
Tarian matches her blunt tone but she is unperturbed by this. What he says does not clarify things for her, though. “No.” And she isn’t even saying it just to bother him. She truly has no idea what he’s talking about, though she’s glad to see the flicker of amusement in his eyes and to hear her nickname. It is easier to stand this close to him when he is calling her Wildling instead of Altissima.
Or at least she can pretend it is easy, pretend that she is not trying very hard not to let her eyes wander. Just his face and his leg that’s injured that’s all that exists on his body right now. Her eyes are bright violet with amusement as she shoots back with an airy “Should I have?”
Her attention slides back to the leg and she offers soon after that teasing question “I can try healing it, if you’d like. I'm still learning what I can do and I don’t know if it’ll work but…” She trails off, feeling a little unsure with how to go about this - and Altissima genuinely cannot remember the last time she offered to help someone else. It probably doesn’t mean anything that it is Tarian that brings it out of her. The next words are a little softer than she cares for as she looks back to his face to gauge his reaction. “I’d like to try.”
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