[The bunny spirit's presence is welcome, and the cool weight grounds her. Absently she runs the fingers of the hand that Bumi isn't working on along his ears, grazing the outside rim and his back. She does this with Momo, and though she may not say so openly, it's oddly soothing. Her movement falls into a slow, even rhythm, allowing her to retreat briefly into her own thoughts.]
[There's a lot that's jumbled up right now. Nothing's behaving as it should be -- not even this old man, who's demanded that she come out, scooped her up . . . but still isn't treating her like a little girl. Isn't fussing, isn't protecting. Acts like she has a choice . . . and more than that, acts like he'll go along with whatever she chooses.]
You know I'm blind. [Her tone stays flat.] And with my bending gone, I can't see anything.
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[There's a lot that's jumbled up right now. Nothing's behaving as it should be -- not even this old man, who's demanded that she come out, scooped her up . . . but still isn't treating her like a little girl. Isn't fussing, isn't protecting. Acts like she has a choice . . . and more than that, acts like he'll go along with whatever she chooses.]
You know I'm blind. [Her tone stays flat.] And with my bending gone, I can't see anything.