[Sieglinde, at least, was in little position to judge a well intentioned wave or two even coming from a grown man- because while they had spoken over video befofe, the fact would become even more obvious as he approached that... Sieglinde was definitely, physically, just a little girl. Twelve, actually, last snow moon. She sat outside the hut she'd turned into her makeshift lab, wishing Masamune wasn't gone and that Isengrim hadn't gone out hunting earlier that morning, but wishing never got anything accomplished, now did it?
Instead, she raised a hand and waved back, a bit more reserved but. There was no need not to be welcoming to someone new to this chaos.]
Sasaki, it was good of you to come. I apologize for the change so abruptly.
[The reasons for which she did not put into words, but they would be obvious to the more observant. She didn't rise to meet him, stayed seated, the feet peeking out from the long hem of her dress unnaturally small and peculiarly arched back in on themselves, bound tightly in bandages and housed in petite custom heels. - walking wasn't a strong point of hers.]
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Instead, she raised a hand and waved back, a bit more reserved but. There was no need not to be welcoming to someone new to this chaos.]
Sasaki, it was good of you to come. I apologize for the change so abruptly.
[The reasons for which she did not put into words, but they would be obvious to the more observant. She didn't rise to meet him, stayed seated, the feet peeking out from the long hem of her dress unnaturally small and peculiarly arched back in on themselves, bound tightly in bandages and housed in petite custom heels. - walking wasn't a strong point of hers.]