[ By the time familiar voice(s) register, Miyako's more tired than she'd like to admit — An exhaustion that's bone deep she's trying to ignore, but then her first while in Horos had been a time of its own. One she's... Only tried to push aside with her aggressive helpfulness in assuring the other new pleromas were helped.
Helping as it were is something beyond her will to get up right now. Situated away from the main interest points of the gathering and growing numbers, Miyako is only half resting - if you can call it as much. Leaned against a rock with her chin propped in a hand while Hawkmon leans nearby. The birds eyes are closed, more restful than herself, while she wishes it was so easy (but then Miyako Inoue when having a lot to think about never rested easy and there was, indeed, a lot to consider). Too much even that she wouldn't mind a distraction —
A distraction that comes in the sounds of familiar voices, one much higher and squeaky than the other. Of course, she'd hoped to see them again - any of them - but hearing them so normally catches her off guard. Maybe she did fall asleep and her mind is playing tricks on her.
She gets up on unsteady legs, doesn't quite notice Hawkmon slide slightly from his perch still asleep as she crosses the space. That's definitely a green worm - afterall. ]
Ken-kun? [ It's half a call, half questioning. Like she's not sure she believes it herself as she presses her hands behind her back, glancing past the young man to the Lodestone: ] Maybe it's because we were chosen once before?
[ She's not sure if that's what he means - But she knows the why she comes back to leans more that one. After all, it's not their first world ending scenario, but she's always wondered why her when there's far more capable people out there (and one of them is standing right there). ]
Returned
Helping as it were is something beyond her will to get up right now. Situated away from the main interest points of the gathering and growing numbers, Miyako is only half resting - if you can call it as much. Leaned against a rock with her chin propped in a hand while Hawkmon leans nearby. The birds eyes are closed, more restful than herself, while she wishes it was so easy (but then Miyako Inoue when having a lot to think about never rested easy and there was, indeed, a lot to consider). Too much even that she wouldn't mind a distraction —
A distraction that comes in the sounds of familiar voices, one much higher and squeaky than the other. Of course, she'd hoped to see them again - any of them - but hearing them so normally catches her off guard. Maybe she did fall asleep and her mind is playing tricks on her.
She gets up on unsteady legs, doesn't quite notice Hawkmon slide slightly from his perch still asleep as she crosses the space. That's definitely a green worm - afterall. ]
Ken-kun? [ It's half a call, half questioning. Like she's not sure she believes it herself as she presses her hands behind her back, glancing past the young man to the Lodestone: ] Maybe it's because we were chosen once before?
[ She's not sure if that's what he means - But she knows the why she comes back to leans more that one. After all, it's not their first world ending scenario, but she's always wondered why her when there's far more capable people out there (and one of them is standing right there). ]