【战锤40k同人作品翻译】Ennui 第十️一章:赠予 Given(7)
A trap, and a good one.
Good enough, at least, that not one member of the battlegroup’s strategium saw it coming.
Something soft settled over my shoulders, and I started, turned, and stared over my shoulder at Isarae who was calmly placing a soft bathrobe on me. The sheer silence of her movement was alarming, and it set me on edge. The notion that she could get right behind me, close to slip a blade between my ribs, without my realising was a disturbing thought.
Not that she would.
“There are some clothes that may fit you well enough in one of the rooms,” Isarae said in her gently accented gothic. “This will do for now, yes?”
“I… yes,” I pulled the bathrobe closed and shucked off the towel, moving it up to start drying my hair. “Th… thank you.”
Isarae raised an eyebrow at me, then smiled, nodded, and stepped away, vanishing back into the main room with as much eerie silence as she had entered the washroom with.
I tied off the robe and sighed, trying to put the thought of the Eldar woman out of my mind. She was an alien, I reminded myself, and the alien mind by definition could not and should not be understood.
Good enough, at least, that not one member of the battlegroup’s strategium saw it coming.
Something soft settled over my shoulders, and I started, turned, and stared over my shoulder at Isarae who was calmly placing a soft bathrobe on me. The sheer silence of her movement was alarming, and it set me on edge. The notion that she could get right behind me, close to slip a blade between my ribs, without my realising was a disturbing thought.
Not that she would.
“There are some clothes that may fit you well enough in one of the rooms,” Isarae said in her gently accented gothic. “This will do for now, yes?”
“I… yes,” I pulled the bathrobe closed and shucked off the towel, moving it up to start drying my hair. “Th… thank you.”
Isarae raised an eyebrow at me, then smiled, nodded, and stepped away, vanishing back into the main room with as much eerie silence as she had entered the washroom with.
I tied off the robe and sighed, trying to put the thought of the Eldar woman out of my mind. She was an alien, I reminded myself, and the alien mind by definition could not and should not be understood.