"I am aware of my biological distinction here, Doctor, thank you—"
Are you humansplaining elfiness to her—
"Three-quarters, technically." Not that it matters here. The hand Ness can still feel raises toward her ear, but she drops it before she can touch the rounded cartilage. "My father was an elf. Mother was half. But an elf and and elfblooded human still just make an elfblood, here."
And she's been dealing with that fine, thanks. Better recently, anyway, and better than she's been dealing with... some other things. Her fingers twitch toward the bandage, but she knows better than to actually try to lift it.
"I keep seeing grey patches on my skin, like in the Pass." She's not looking at Stephen, but it's not out of shame, really. Thinking about it, the waxy grey she keeps finding everywhere—her hand itches, and she raises it to her face to inspect it. "Around my nails, up my arms. I wake up sometimes and I feel like my fingers look too long, or... it looks right? Normal?"
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Are you humansplaining elfiness to her—
"Three-quarters, technically." Not that it matters here. The hand Ness can still feel raises toward her ear, but she drops it before she can touch the rounded cartilage. "My father was an elf. Mother was half. But an elf and and elfblooded human still just make an elfblood, here."
And she's been dealing with that fine, thanks. Better recently, anyway, and better than she's been dealing with... some other things. Her fingers twitch toward the bandage, but she knows better than to actually try to lift it.
"I keep seeing grey patches on my skin, like in the Pass." She's not looking at Stephen, but it's not out of shame, really. Thinking about it, the waxy grey she keeps finding everywhere—her hand itches, and she raises it to her face to inspect it. "Around my nails, up my arms. I wake up sometimes and I feel like my fingers look too long, or... it looks right? Normal?"