[ They simply have to stop meeting like this. It's starting to seem as if any time Riju is in trouble, stuck in a jam that she can't puzzle her way out of or at least throw brute force at it, she gets this curious feeling in the back of her head. Maybe it won't solve her trouble but at least she won't have to go at it along.
The feeling comes to her maybe a few days after they make landfall and she's trying to keep busy, trying hold onto some semblance of control of the situation. She throws herself into the potluck efforts, one that means she's taking care of people, something she understands even if her particularly isn't quite suited to it in this form.
Still there's no skill needed in running errands, organizing the inventory and delivering to where it needs to go. The feeling comes precisely when she's making one such delivery to one of the cooks. It grows with every step until she's all but certain the man facing away from her, hunched over a fire, is the first person she's recognized in this strange land.
So what else can she say to get his attention except... ]
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The feeling comes to her maybe a few days after they make landfall and she's trying to keep busy, trying hold onto some semblance of control of the situation. She throws herself into the potluck efforts, one that means she's taking care of people, something she understands even if her particularly isn't quite suited to it in this form.
Still there's no skill needed in running errands, organizing the inventory and delivering to where it needs to go. The feeling comes precisely when she's making one such delivery to one of the cooks. It grows with every step until she's all but certain the man facing away from her, hunched over a fire, is the first person she's recognized in this strange land.
So what else can she say to get his attention except... ]
We really have to stop meeting like this.