[Kaede nodded, and quietly shuffled over to the table to pull out one of the chairs. Once she'd gotten comfortable in it, she started to glance around again, first subtly, then more openly as she realized no, she wasn't seeing things. Not all the chairs were the same make, the cushions were sometimes different colors. It reminded her of the odds and ends she gathered and left on her desk; a pressed flower, pretty stones, a scrap of pink seashell. An eclectic gathering of things that meant little on their own, but represented something more when put together.
By the time Rey came back, Kaede was leaning as far back in her chair as possible to get a better look at what was on the shelf without actually getting up. She only stopped when she noticed the scarred woman's presence again, slowly sitting back up and crossing her ankles like she'd been doing nothing at all.]
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By the time Rey came back, Kaede was leaning as far back in her chair as possible to get a better look at what was on the shelf without actually getting up. She only stopped when she noticed the scarred woman's presence again, slowly sitting back up and crossing her ankles like she'd been doing nothing at all.]