[ Despite herself, Kettara laughs. She covers her mouth with her hand, surprised at herself, but she still laughs.
She is alone in this place. That is fact. She died and in the dying was shamed somehow, and shunted off the path her mother and all those who came before would have walked. There is no one here who knows her and, even worse, this death was not proper. It was hard and painful and full of shame.
And yet. She laughs. Because this woman, Eleven, is beside her and even though Eleven is human she does not seem so strange. So Kettara laughs and for a moment she does not feel alone. ]
I don't know. It's just what it's called.
[ She drops her hand, still grinning. ]
I've never taught anyone. But I could try. If you wanted.
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She is alone in this place. That is fact. She died and in the dying was shamed somehow, and shunted off the path her mother and all those who came before would have walked. There is no one here who knows her and, even worse, this death was not proper. It was hard and painful and full of shame.
And yet. She laughs. Because this woman, Eleven, is beside her and even though Eleven is human she does not seem so strange. So Kettara laughs and for a moment she does not feel alone. ]
I don't know. It's just what it's called.
[ She drops her hand, still grinning. ]
I've never taught anyone. But I could try. If you wanted.