[i]"Hey Hyra, it'd be super great if you could teach me how to sword, too!"[/i]

Oh gosh no, what? She can't say that! The words turn back into air before they even make it past her impressively unimpressive little chest. She takes her hand, which was sneaking [i]so[/i] sneak-like toward Hyra's and applies it to the much less flustering task of playing with her own hair. One unfortunate consequence of flying, did you know, is that it actually gives you super bad tangles. 

Yue has to fiddle with it with her full concentration to start pulling out the knots and tease it back into some rough semblance of presentable. Her tongue creeps out of her mouth as she works, nature's most pure expression of concentration. With every little motion she feels her heart slow down again until she even feels comfortable enough to let her eyes drift shut. It's soothing. Peaceful. Even the sharp tugs on her head when she hits a particularly stubborn tangle is a part of nature. It's normal for the wind to do that. It's normal for it to fight her when she tries to remove it. And it's normal for her to want to look just slightly prettier right now, because...

[i]"I'd really love it if you could teach me a little bit about how to fight, Miss Hyra! See, I don't have a pack so I don't know how, but if you..."[/i]

Eep! EEP! The reality of her situation crashes on top of her head like a wave. Even with her eyes squeezed shut she can see Hyra's smile twist into a playful smirk. And ooooh, what a smirk she has, doesn't she? There's that flash of teeth that's juuuust enough to say 'danger' but also tucked away so that she also feels like wherever she's sitting is the safest place in the world. And, you know, it's little things too. Like how the play of her lips make her cheeks squish in a tiny bit so there's just this, this hint of softness? Because in her neutral expression she's so sharp and full of angles that it's like she's made of knives, but that tiny bit of genuine mirth is enough to... oh! And it wrinkles her nose too, which is just, oh. Oh! Gosh... a-and, y'know, come to think of it, her lips look really, really, just unusually [i]soft[/i] and...

Yue feels the heat rise back into her cheeks. It's been doing that a lot tonight! She turns away and stokes the fire, which she knows is stupid because there's plenty of sunlight feeding into it and even if she didn't understand what that meant even a dummy could look at the way the wood's arranged and how merrily the fire is crackling on top of it and know that this is a fire to warm your body and heart in front of, or admire, or make tea or steam buns or roast waterfowl or, or, or... well, not poke at it at any rate! But she does it anyway because it's another useless sort of gesture she can do to distract herself, calm herself, and not think about or even realize the way her butt looks in the twilight as she sits there messing with a fire on her knees. 

[i]"Please, teach me how to swing a sword! Then we could fight together and it would be so..!"[/i]

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Oh, what is she even thinking? If all she wants is an excuse to be close to Hyra then weren't there much easier ways to go about it? She should just weave her a flower necklace and ask to put it on her like a normal person! Besides, the sooner she let go of all these dreams of, of... [i]adventure[/i] and all that nonsense the happier she'd be! Even if this isn't a dream it still has to end, right? Whatever mistake that whoever made to get her face stuck on all those wanted posters, they'd notice it and fix it and then there'd be no more reason for anyone to chase her or for Hyra to protect her or for anything at all to happen except to quietly drop her off back home with an apology and a pat on the head and that'd be that.

Yue heaves the tiniest sigh and smiles the tiniest smile as Kat headbutts her hand to beg for attention. She plucks the little forest fox off the ground to cradle her in her arms and cover her adorable head in soft scritches and ear rubs. Oh, but Kat, wouldn't it be amazing? She's on a journey right now! And maybe if she, if she could just be brave enough, she could learn and it'd take longer before they reached the end, and, and, and she'd feel so alive and full of magic, and maybe she'd even fly again! That's worth an extra dream or two, isn't it? Yes it is, yes it is, oh you pretty little girl, who's so sweet as sugar, hmm?

She takes the deepest of deep breaths and sets her little fluffybippens down on her nice cozy safety blanket so she's got both hands free to fish her own sword out of the depths of her absurdly stuffed travel bag. Well, her 'sword'. It's only a bit of carved wood, after all. And if she told you it was for practice, that'd be an insult to the word. She just made it because... well, she doesn't really know. But it felt nicer to have it then not. Maybe it's because she liked to be able to pretend? She smiles again, and shyly turns her gaze all the way back to Hyra again. To her great credit she only descends into partial squeaking when she sees the way the wolf girl has sat up, and the effect that has on her perfect tummy. 

"S-so, um... this is, um. I mean, no, I know it's stupid, but um. Aish. What would I need to... n-no! You should rest, it's ok! But if, y'know, while we travelled you could maybe... teach me how to hold this? I'd, I'd, I'd like that a lot."

And then she has to hide her face, because this is much too much for a simple village girl to handle, after all.