[She has a date. Maketh spends a fair amount of time stuck on the idea, trying to work her way around it. Not like she hasn't done those before, though they'd been different in many ways before Hadriel, but this --
This is important, just as Rey is important. And she doesn't want to get it wrong.
She doesn't want to buildit up too high in her mind, either, lest it fall under the weight of those expectations.
No. It's dinner.
Maketh stares at her uniform for a long time before deciding it's acceptable. In the end, she puts her hair in a loose braid instead of her regular bun - a little less strict - and hopes that's enough.
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This is important, just as Rey is important. And she doesn't want to get it wrong.
She doesn't want to buildit up too high in her mind, either, lest it fall under the weight of those expectations.
No. It's dinner.
Maketh stares at her uniform for a long time before deciding it's acceptable. In the end, she puts her hair in a loose braid instead of her regular bun - a little less strict - and hopes that's enough.
She knocks on Rey's door at the proper time.]
I brought some bread.
[She holds up the basket with a faint smile.]
I hope that was all right.