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[evocation]

This is Kyna. You should just text me if you actually want me to answer.

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[evocation]

Uh... I've got weak, long range spells. They might hurt a little, but if you're in your armor, they probably won't do much. You just have to try to get close to me, I guess.

[hardwearing]

So I just push through the pain?

[ That's familiar enough. ]

[evocation]

Oh my God, no. That's not what I meant.

[She shoots him a look.]

I mean those spells are weak enough that you can practice dodging without getting fucked up.

[hardwearing]

Oh.

How do you dodge magic? Lup's fire spell wasn't like a blast coming at me, I was just... on fire.

[evocation]

[She tilts her head, considering.]

I don't know what spell she used, or I'd tell you. Tucker can help, too. His entire life is dodging shit.

[hardwearing]

Tucker's not my biggest fan right now, either.

[evocation]

Are you afraid he doesn't like you or something?

[hardwearing]

Well... yeah.

[evocation]

[Kyna stops, looking up at him. His visor doesn't let her read his expression, as usual.]

Why? I mean, why do you care?

[hardwearing]

...are you saying I shouldn't?

[evocation]

No, I mean... I don't know. I'm just wondering. It's not like Tucker doesn't like you or something.

[Probably?]

[hardwearing]

[ Wash shrugs a little. ]

They're important to you.

[evocation]

Oh.

[So what does that mean? That seems... significant. Maybe. Maybe she's overthinking it. She looks down, tracing one of the plates of his gauntlet.]

It's okay. They'll like you.

[hardwearing]

Maybe.

I'm not... good with people.

[evocation]

I'm not either.

[She could leave it there, and she almost does, eyes still locked on his arm.]

...You're easy to talk to, though.

[hardwearing]

[ They walk along quietly for a moment, before Wash speaks again. ]

I've been working on it, the past few years. Trying to be there for people beyond just having their back in a fight. It's not easy, and I've screwed up a lot, but... it's worth it.

[evocation]

[Kyna bites her lip, finally glancing up at him.]

How do you deal with it when you screw up? I feel like I do that all the time.

[hardwearing]

Accept it. Learn from it. Try again.

I've screwed up with you a few times already, but you haven't told me to fuck off yet.

[evocation]

Yeah, but... I don't know.

[She's not sure how to explain herself, but she thinks maybe he'll get it. Better than Harlan does, at least.]

It seems like everyone else has an easy time talking about shit. I suck at it.

[hardwearing]

Easy? No. I'm just not as afraid to make mistakes anymore.

What makes you think you suck at it, though?

[evocation]

[She scoffs.]

I piss people off all the time. Like, all the time. Or things don't come out right, or... I don't know.

[hardwearing]

I've been there too. York told me once that every time I opened my mouth I made things worse. I always said just the right thing to set people off.

Part of it is being able to read the room, and I've never been good at that. The rest is just thinking before the words come out.

[evocation]

[She makes a face at him.]

I suck at both of those things. I don't know how not to suck at it.

[hardwearing]

I mean, I don't really have any advice besides keep trying. If you want it enough, it'll take.

[evocation]

Yeah, I guess so.

[She looks down again, sighing.]

Try not to get too pissed at me if I fuck something up, okay?