He's an engineer, [ she says, a little (but not all) of her usual primness evident in her voice. Alayne declares this the way he might say I'm a ranger, as if she fully understood what "engineering" consisted of. As far as she could tell it required cleverness and a nimbleness of both hand and mind. She's spent hours (days, nights) in his company, watching him sketch things from his dreams and from his world. Machines, things made of metal (and darker things, too, drawings he hides from Alayne but which she knows exist, having seen him through his share of nightmares).
This time she does not wait on him to turn on her heel and continue back down the hall in the direction that she'd come. Lady lags behind, attentive to Ranger Hansen, nudging his hand once with her snout before trotting off in Alayne's wake. It isn't far because the dorms aren't very large and the wings themselves do not stretch and stretch; the stairs that separate the floors are not steep. ]
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This time she does not wait on him to turn on her heel and continue back down the hall in the direction that she'd come. Lady lags behind, attentive to Ranger Hansen, nudging his hand once with her snout before trotting off in Alayne's wake. It isn't far because the dorms aren't very large and the wings themselves do not stretch and stretch; the stairs that separate the floors are not steep. ]