[she confused by the word 'airbending', but despite her confusion she asks nothing of it. one hand still holding the goblet, she brings her opposite one up to touch the mark on her forehead. she's seen it in the reflections of the castle, in whatever Molly has managed to polish clean during their stay, and in the reflection of the nameless drink in her hand.
her fingers remain there, unaware of the possible rudeness of his observation. she forgets what the mark is for sometimes, and other times she remembers and it hurts.]
It means I have lost something. [her hand drops back to her lap lamely.] It's not the same.
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her fingers remain there, unaware of the possible rudeness of his observation. she forgets what the mark is for sometimes, and other times she remembers and it hurts.]
It means I have lost something. [her hand drops back to her lap lamely.] It's not the same.