hands on your knees

Raka opened her mouth and then closed it again, momentarily dumbfounded by the woman's words. It certainly explained some of her shyness, the tears… she opened her mouth again, her expression setting into something determined. "Sounds to me like his desire for perfection was to cover his own flaws. His fault, not yours." She told the woman. She raised a paw as if to pat the other woman, and then hesitated. Understanding the gesture would not be appreciated. She let her paw fall back to her side, but she felt fidgety, restless.


A decision came to her quickly after that. She didn't just want to hear stories, she wanted to live in them. What better way to start than here? "You deserve your own life, Cierzo, not the one your husband expects of you. I bet if we leave now we can get you out of here before he even knows you're missing."