[Perhaps it comes from hailing from a far less kinder place than this city, where things like blindness, lameness, or illness often meant either a life of stigmatization or death... at best, to be seen as a burden.
But this world, other people's worlds, weren't like that. Still... Konoha can't help but think automatically of what she's familiar with, and it makes a state like that something she is truly sorry for.]
Still...
[She's ready to protest, but even though the task is simple... he gives her something to do.]
Okay- stay right there.
[Setting the hakama down again, she moves to the counter with careful steps, trying not to scuff the nice tile with her hooves as she searches for the aforementioned plate. Clear wrapping... this one!
Plate in hand, she comes back to his side, gently placing it against his hands and holding it there until he takes it himself.]
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But this world, other people's worlds, weren't like that. Still... Konoha can't help but think automatically of what she's familiar with, and it makes a state like that something she is truly sorry for.]
Still...
[She's ready to protest, but even though the task is simple... he gives her something to do.]
Okay- stay right there.
[Setting the hakama down again, she moves to the counter with careful steps, trying not to scuff the nice tile with her hooves as she searches for the aforementioned plate. Clear wrapping... this one!
Plate in hand, she comes back to his side, gently placing it against his hands and holding it there until he takes it himself.]
I think it's this one.