is this a better size difference?

Heh. She really shouldn’t take joy in how much she had startled the stranger. He was clearly a fully fledged member of the Armada, not a slave as she was. But she had grown bold in the face of Oleander’s naivety, and clear choice not to punish her. So far, her sarcastic tongue hadn’t gotten her anything more than a pale look on Oleander’s face, and that was kind of fun too.

His question was disbelieving, and his eyes roamed her body. Perhaps looking for the real reason she was stuck in here? Her back especially was well and truly bandaged, and her mobility was clearly limited by the small, careful movements she made as she turned a little more fully towards him. “Yup. Don’t think you're supposed to be in here. Don’t want to go and get yourself murdered.” She volunteered helpfully. What? She was already committed to the bit.


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