[ Teagan's answer is one that she is also living, for now. Seated cross legged on the quiet shore of a small lake, she props up her chin in both hands, her eyes calm, for once, staring dreamily across the slightly murky water at the trees in the distance and the sun, which is dipping a little in the late afternoon sky, but slowly. It's just as she remembers it, an untouched, abandoned little lake she passed by years ago, frequented mostly by ducks and the like, and no more than that. ]
Somewhere safe. [ Her voice is a content murmur, as far away as her gaze. ]
[ She blinks, daftly, for a moment, before realising that someone's speaking to her, so detached from herself that she doesn't even startle or jump as she turns to look at him, gaping at him for a moment before responding.
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Somewhere safe. [ Her voice is a content murmur, as far away as her gaze. ]
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Sorry?
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Not that it's a particularly helpful response. ]
What?
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For a moment Milen wonders if he heard her at all.]
Didn't you say something?
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[ OH oh
She colours very faintly, though she laughs brightly, waving a hand. ]
Nothing important, I promise! I was just talking myself a bit - sorry, I'm a bit spaced out right now.
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[Never mind that he's actually here for the scenery.]
Sorry.