[She doesn't have to say anything to that very obvious denial— her look of pure amusement says enough.]
So where are the food stores? [Jewellery does contain sentimental value— Shisui knows this well by how the silver hairstick hidden against her heart becomes a physical weight when she thinks of it, of how it saved her life. It was a gift, a promise to live and send a message, in whatever way she could. She'd promised to sell it, as implicit as that was and sell it she would. There's a slim chance it would make its way back to Maomao, considering how far from the capital she was, but she wouldn't break that promise. It would make its way back somehow, if Maomao still cared for her.
But the gold headdresses, the earrings and the dozens of other heavy, shiny ornaments that were forced on her, that acted as shackles in lieu of actual ones...she didn't care a single bit for them. She only kept the smallest of them in order to have a way to sustain herself as she travelled. But none of this shows on her face— and she isn't about to bring it up either.]
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So where are the food stores? [Jewellery does contain sentimental value— Shisui knows this well by how the silver hairstick hidden against her heart becomes a physical weight when she thinks of it, of how it saved her life. It was a gift, a promise to live and send a message, in whatever way she could. She'd promised to sell it, as implicit as that was and sell it she would. There's a slim chance it would make its way back to Maomao, considering how far from the capital she was, but she wouldn't break that promise. It would make its way back somehow, if Maomao still cared for her.
But the gold headdresses, the earrings and the dozens of other heavy, shiny ornaments that were forced on her, that acted as shackles in lieu of actual ones...she didn't care a single bit for them. She only kept the smallest of them in order to have a way to sustain herself as she travelled. But none of this shows on her face— and she isn't about to bring it up either.]