( fweee! there's a whistle in the air as a few puffs of steam escape from the vents along karlach shoulders. sometimes, some of the things shadowheart says send her mind racing. like right now.

karlach stops herself from saying something stupid. instead she says: )

Hah! A moon would look radiant on you.

( the phrasing is a joke, but the intent isn't. )

They'd almost be matching. ( karlach gestures up to her right collar bone, on the same side she got her own tattoos. ) Could get it right here.

( because the moon should hang higher. )

Fuck! Me too! Way easier to take on the fact I burn everything I touch when I'm not fuckin' cooking myself at the same time!

( she'll have to tell shadowheart later about how she has already started trying to figure it out. maybe she can help out too? it almost feel surreal that she could ask others for their help, but she could, couldn't she?

but speaking of painful afflictions— )

How's your hand been?