[She almost says she's never had any need to trim her nails, but instead listens to the explanation, very serious and focused, trying not to jump when Konoha makes physical contact, as skittish as a wild animal.]
...Okay.
[She settles on the bed, feeling it sink beneath her weight, and is careful as she takes one of Konoha's hooves, moving the file the way she'd been shown.
This goes on in silence for a while. Finally though, she mutters out:]
no subject
...Okay.
[She settles on the bed, feeling it sink beneath her weight, and is careful as she takes one of Konoha's hooves, moving the file the way she'd been shown.
This goes on in silence for a while. Finally though, she mutters out:]
Wanted to check up on you.