She'd probably thought that she had managed to interrupt the previous scene; her confusion was evident, if Mal were to look. By the time Mallia'd realized what was going on, there was a faint blush on her cheeks, those tears which had been hinting were paused by the distraction. She'd already figured out that Mal wasn't likely to want others to see her memories, but shaking the flowers wasn't interrupting this one.
She sighed quietly, looking somewhere other than at Mal, by the time it was over. "For what it's worth, it's plain to me that you've grown to be far more intelligent than she ever was. You've clearly figured out that fear and power aren't synonymous, no matter how much overlap one may think they have."
Still petting the flowers, hoping to prompt another scene, she stepped around another bunch of them, not looking back up just yet.
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Date: 2023-08-31 06:36 am (UTC)She sighed quietly, looking somewhere other than at Mal, by the time it was over. "For what it's worth, it's plain to me that you've grown to be far more intelligent than she ever was. You've clearly figured out that fear and power aren't synonymous, no matter how much overlap one may think they have."
Still petting the flowers, hoping to prompt another scene, she stepped around another bunch of them, not looking back up just yet.