[She doesn't really want a flower, but she picks one for Nunnally's sake and tucks it into her own braid.]
There. Now we're even.
[Polite conversation stilted by secrecy. Cornelia's always hated being the recipient of everything-is-fine smiles and canned replies, and she's no less pleased by them when they're her own. So she decides against telling Nunnally that she's doing well, too, and refrains from veering the conversation towards the impersonal differences between their world and Vaikuntha. It's all just stalling in the end. Just a pointless delaying of the inevitable.]
Mm, it's rather different from home, isn't it? It's good to hear that you're adapting too; however, there's something you must be made aware of regarding -- [Pauses, considering her phrasing.] -- the powers this place has at its disposal.
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There. Now we're even.
[Polite conversation stilted by secrecy. Cornelia's always hated being the recipient of everything-is-fine smiles and canned replies, and she's no less pleased by them when they're her own. So she decides against telling Nunnally that she's doing well, too, and refrains from veering the conversation towards the impersonal differences between their world and Vaikuntha. It's all just stalling in the end. Just a pointless delaying of the inevitable.]
Mm, it's rather different from home, isn't it? It's good to hear that you're adapting too; however, there's something you must be made aware of regarding -- [Pauses, considering her phrasing.] -- the powers this place has at its disposal.