She does hear him coming, the tap of his cane unmistakable even from the sounds coming up the stairwell. Hearing it brings a sense of anticipation, a small rush in her veins; she's missed him. Missed the scratch of his voice, the steadiness of his hand in hers. Being a ship captain is her dream, it's everything, but she catches herself thinking: Kaz would've liked to see that, whether it was a glimmering sunrise or a storm whipping itself into existence.
(Or, the most recent occasion—her getting soaked to the bone, clothes clinging, and looking something like a wet cat).
The door opens and closes with a faint click and only then does she turn her gaze away from the sill and the crows hopping along it.
"Window or door, it remains an entrance." She tilts her head, returning the smile she can see forming on his mouth. "You'd have no sill to perch on, though." As if he's ever sat on the window ledge half as often as she has. They both know that's not the point. Inej extends a hand, palm facing up, a curiously expectant look on her face as she meets his gaze.
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(Or, the most recent occasion—her getting soaked to the bone, clothes clinging, and looking something like a wet cat).
The door opens and closes with a faint click and only then does she turn her gaze away from the sill and the crows hopping along it.
"Window or door, it remains an entrance." She tilts her head, returning the smile she can see forming on his mouth. "You'd have no sill to perch on, though." As if he's ever sat on the window ledge half as often as she has. They both know that's not the point. Inej extends a hand, palm facing up, a curiously expectant look on her face as she meets his gaze.