(With one braid loose, she shakes her head to remove the tightness around the waves, before working on the other braid. Her hair is dragging on the floor, but it's fine, this is fine. Instead of worrying about that, she's watching him from the edge of her eyes. If he had asked her a few months ago, she'd tell him way way too harshly what she thinks of having a secret identity. She couldn't really understand, while Piltover hadn't seen her, well, it's not like she's someone particularly quiet about who she is.
Perhaps the daughter part, but that was also a secret poorly kept. Everyone knew.
But now, she knows why he isn't. Understands the burden, and... Well, doesn't judge him for it anymore.)
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Perhaps the daughter part, but that was also a secret poorly kept. Everyone knew.
But now, she knows why he isn't. Understands the burden, and... Well, doesn't judge him for it anymore.)
I know.
(Her hair is finally free, hooray her.)
You're asking me what I think?