[It's comforting. The blanket fort is something she made, and it's all soft blankets and pillows and mattresses, none of the rock and hard edges of the tunnels. She does move to crawl out of his lap, at least--she goes directly to her (matress-less) bed and grabs the tactician robes that are sitting neatly on top. Next to her sword and her spell tomes... it's like they're sitting there mockingly.
She doesn't care though.
She just puts the robes on deliberately, and pauses at the hood...before leaving it down, if only because Sakon is still there. It doesn't stop her from wrapping her arms around herself, though, looking at him quietly.]
... It was really awful.
[She doesn't know how much he knows about it--but somehow that's what escapes her.]
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She doesn't care though.
She just puts the robes on deliberately, and pauses at the hood...before leaving it down, if only because Sakon is still there. It doesn't stop her from wrapping her arms around herself, though, looking at him quietly.]
... It was really awful.
[She doesn't know how much he knows about it--but somehow that's what escapes her.]