[She knows how alien it is the moment she touches it; she sits down cross-legged near the pot she's prepared, the twig in her cupped hands. Getting it to take root will take some encouragement, but it's not encouragement she can offer until she's adapted to it.
She closes her eyes. It's not a process of concentration, necessarily, just time.]
How are you, Zev? We haven't talked properly since...
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[She knows how alien it is the moment she touches it; she sits down cross-legged near the pot she's prepared, the twig in her cupped hands. Getting it to take root will take some encouragement, but it's not encouragement she can offer until she's adapted to it.
She closes her eyes. It's not a process of concentration, necessarily, just time.]
How are you, Zev? We haven't talked properly since...
[Since she embarrassed herself in Zero.]