[ alisaie can understand her frustrations; it isn't easy to open up, especially to someone you do not know very well. nil had been one of the first people she had met upon waking in trench, but they nevertheless still have much to learn about each other. alisaie hates revealing the tender parts of herself even to those she knows and loves, let alone fresh acquaintances.

yet it needs doing nonetheless, lest nil fall to the worse fate of corruption. nevertheless, alisaie looks surprised by her outburst, but it isn't long before her expression softens, a gentle smile curving her mouth. ]

Come now. Who is to define 'normal' anyway?

[ mayhaps it is not so easy for nil to be as she is, though alisaie does not know why she is the shape that she is, but she does know that what is on someone's outside does not matter. ]

There are all sorts of people here. You're the furthest thing from a monster that I could imagine.