[ alina nods steadily, hands white fists clenched at her sides at this point. she has to hold herself back from shaking nina, demanding to know how she imagined that alina could make something like this up, why she would when it meant she'd been made a fool of more than anybody.
but she doesn't. nina needs time. it wouldn't matter what else alina said just now — that it was baghra who told her, that she was his mother. it's impossible to see it for yourself. alina knows that. sometimes she still looks at him and wants to believe that baghra was lying, that maybe it was baghra who created the fold and she was hiding behind her son. that any number of other things might be true.
she breathes out slow, nostrils flaring. ]
You know where to find me. [ and until alina gets some help escaping this place, so does he. ]
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but she doesn't. nina needs time. it wouldn't matter what else alina said just now — that it was baghra who told her, that she was his mother. it's impossible to see it for yourself. alina knows that. sometimes she still looks at him and wants to believe that baghra was lying, that maybe it was baghra who created the fold and she was hiding behind her son. that any number of other things might be true.
she breathes out slow, nostrils flaring. ]
You know where to find me. [ and until alina gets some help escaping this place, so does he. ]