race me! race me!

Hanako wasn't sure what all of the fuss was about. She squinted a little as Mortis laid his paw atop hers and stumbled through his words, as though try as he might he just couldn't fathom what she was saying. Hanako knew for a fact that he wasn't stupid but when he finally managed to arrange his thoughts Hanako couldn't help but feel as though he'd gotten it all wrong. That somewhere down the line he'd gotten lost and confused, made up a silly little narrative in his head that was so far from reality, just because he was worried for her. Instead of leaving it there Mortis pressed on with more, resting his head on their paws as he continued to not make sense. Of course, Hanako heard and understood what he was saying to a degree, but for reasons she hadn't yet faced the words just didn't sink in. His meaning, his implications, all seemed so irrelevant and far removed from the life she thought she lived.

Her lips twisted into a frown. Mortis was all worried and worked up over nothing, she was tempted to say as much but she didn't really want to just dismiss his feelings like that. To just up and tell someone their feelings didn't matter was a pretty shitty move, if you asked her. Mortis deserved better than that and even if he didn't quite get it she knew he meant well.

"I'm not a slave." She stated with an offended wrinkle of her nose. "I'm just staying put till my Keepers come for me, gotta pull my weight in the mean time but that's fine. No biggie. And yeah I read the rules on the big obelisk, all seems pretty standard to me." Though she hadn't really gone over them with a fine toothed comb, but that was neither here nor there. She bumped into his shoulder and pulled a paw free to poke at his forehead. "You're such a...worry-Mort."