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Sangue blinked at the warmth of Amy's hand. A soft heat warmed the snake's shoulder as she stared at her friend. Although she was overall disappointed with not being to act like a normal person naturally would, Amy's words comforted Sangue.

The feeling of appreciation was familiar from BASL, but it never felt less endearing as it always had been.

And Amy even complimented her hair. The snake felt a bit giddy to hear that, though her expression refused to change. It took a lot for her to express emotion, even if she was less susceptible to remaining idle to her friends' words. So Sangue simply nodded at the compliment.

[color=f7976a]"Your... hair..."[/color]

Sangue shut her mouth as she reconsidered what to say. She initially tried to say "Your hair looks really complicated," but Sangue knew better than to repeat a mistake she had once made. Granted, she had said something like that to someone completely unrelated to Amy, but still.

So she carefully chose her words before telling her red-haired friend,

[color=f7976a]"Your... hair is pretty..."[/color]

Sangue eyed the softness of Amy's hair. Even after they had gone to an eventful mission, the feathers within Amy's hair remained quite a mesmerizing little thing for someone like Sangue. It was nothing much, but it did define Amy greatly for the swordswoman.

[color=f7976a]"It's... very pretty,"[/color] she repeated.

Amy soon commented on the idea of meditation. Her reaction seemed to imply that she knew of what it was, despite not really putting much thought on it for the most part. That was fine on its own.

When Amy at least acknowledged the idea of meditation, Sangue's idle expression softened into a slightly nervous one. It was hard to tell what Sangue felt by a simple glance, though it certainly was different from the usual emotionless face she held.

[color=f7976a]"If you'd... like,"[/color] Sangue spoke, albeit with a tone less confident than before, [color=f7976a]"then... you... can follow me."[/color]

She did not want to be a bother to her friend, so the thought of potentially getting in Amy's way made her feel somewhat nervous. Sangue never saw Amy meditate that much, so she could not tell whether the Faunus would be fine with her proposal for meditating together.

It was Sangue's very nature to always look for what those she was close to felt about her actions or requests, as she had only so little people she could feel that way with. If Amy perhaps did not want to meditate, Sangue would be fine- just as long as she didn't start annoying her friend unintentionally.