[Her arms are shaking slightly with fatigue already from the unfamiliar motion of using a staff. It's her forearms more than anything that are taking the brunt of it; her back, her shoulders, her hands are decently toned from hours upon hours of sitting upright at a piano bench, but these are all new movements. And she was truly putting every ounce of her energy into every strike, because she doesn't know how to do anything halfway.]
Huh? Okay...
[She blinks at him, eyes flicking over his face, trying to figure out what he's getting at. But she leans down to set her staff by her feet so she can start tugging her gloves off. They were Akechi's recommendation, flexible enough not to hinder her movement much, but strong enough to offer some protection. She tucks them under her arm and holds out her hands. There's nothing too notable about them, really; her fingers are long and slim, the skin smooth and uncalloused. It's clear she's never done anything to risk damaging them in any way, not even a scar from an inadvertent scrape.
And they're shaking slightly, too. Again, her forearms.]
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Huh? Okay...
[She blinks at him, eyes flicking over his face, trying to figure out what he's getting at. But she leans down to set her staff by her feet so she can start tugging her gloves off. They were Akechi's recommendation, flexible enough not to hinder her movement much, but strong enough to offer some protection. She tucks them under her arm and holds out her hands. There's nothing too notable about them, really; her fingers are long and slim, the skin smooth and uncalloused. It's clear she's never done anything to risk damaging them in any way, not even a scar from an inadvertent scrape.
And they're shaking slightly, too. Again, her forearms.]
But... why?