one foot | p, axle | in front of the other

[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]Ophelia watched his expression shift before he decided to nod and take the blanket, and she felt a great deal of kinship to it. She was adjusting pretty well to society, yes, but she wasn't exactly used to it. She could understand easily how hard it was to figure social situations out, to put on appearances for others so that she wasn't seen as odd or outlandish. Luckily for her, she had at least read a little bit, and she'd picked up on things over the couple of years she'd been alive. She wouldn't pretend to know if Axle had learned the same, and it wasn't her place to ask, just as it wasn't anyone else's place to ask her about her own sociability.

"You're welcome." she responded sincerely, listening as he explained his reasoning. She could understand it, sort of, but she did tilt her head at the last bit. It wasn't safe? She supposed that was fair. There were alligators in the swamps and that nasty radioactivity she'd been warned about, but... It was unlikely any of that would affect them up here, away from the waters. She understood that this could just be lack of trust, which was also fair, but she really didn't want him to freeze his tail off out here because he felt unsafe being anywhere else.

"You can always stay in one of the abandoned houses, you know. You would be the only one there, and I'm sure having walls around you and a roof over your head would be safer than being out in the open. They are where most of the joiners are settling down, because they're a little bit warmer than being out here. You don't have to, of course, but it is a thought." She trailed off for a second, then refocused her thoughts. "It doesn't have to be a permanent residence, if you're worried about that. It can just go to the next creature when you decide you don't need it."