Shady

“Yep.” Ky offered the weakest of smiles. No. She wasn’t even the least bit ready. But she supposed she had to do this. She pulled her door shut and locked ...

Ky quickly changed into a fresh tunic and pair of trousers and then slipped on house shoes and a jacket and stepped into the hall, anxiously glancing around before she ...

“Okay.” Ky nodded and pulled open her dresser. She didn’t feel like changing, but Tadaaki would probably notice if she didn’t. And explaining away her blood shot eyes would be ...

“…yes please,” she murmured, blushing more. What a child; asking mommy to walk her downstairs. And she wasn’t even actually her mother. “I won’t be long.”

“…maybe,” Ky admitted, blushing. “But you don’t have to. I can… deal.”

“Um…” She yanked the comb through her hair, grimacing at the knots that she just jerked free rather than working out. “I mean… I guess… you could… walk with me ...

“No, it’s okay…” Ky spotted a comb and made for it. “I… probably do. It… was a long night.”

Ky hesitated, self consciously patting her hair. “Oh… do I look bad? I can…” she didn’t even know, but she turned towards her dresser anyway, hoping to find an idea.

Ky gave a little sigh and dipped her head. She wished she’d never gone running back to Gaius’s office. Never gotten spooked by Damian.

Ky cringed. “…is there any way I could help?”

“I know,” Ky agreed with a nod. “I… understand why they’re upset… that’s why I wish I hadn’t upset them.”

“…yeah,” she agreed reluctantly, nodding. She wasn’t telling the truth about their ability to hurt her, tho. “But it’s not like any of you can do anything about them anyway… ...

“Yeah.” Ky sighed and rubbed her face. Her eyes felt grainy; she hadn’t slept much. “…I probably shouldn’t have told anyone at all.”

Ky blushed a little and forced a small smile. Then it faded as she actually considered it. “…gods… and I’m going to have to pretend that I can’t see them… ...

“Oh… uh… no… no, that’s okay.” She wasn’t trying to make that demand at all. How rude of her. This was inappropriate. “I… can just… angle my own chair. It’s ...