<span style="font-family:Palanquin">Chilling out was a lot easier to say than to actually accomplish and Jinora had to wonder whether or not Sly was actually capable of understanding that or not. He seemed to think that it was so simple for her to do. “I haven’t had a chance to live in the moment for years, you know,” she commented. “And now that I am free, well, it doesn’t feel real, you know?” She really wasn’t sure if he would know or not, but she could guess that he would understand at the very least. “I don’t know how anymore.” Jinora wasn’t honestly sure that was true overall, but at the moment, it was. <br/>
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None of her actions were resistant to his silent suggestions despite the fact that she wasn’t sure whether or not he truly understood her situation. She was willing to stick with him because it was true they’d be safer together than apart, but it also seemed that they needed to learn more about each other if they were going to make things work and Jinora wasn’t quite sure how to start up that sort of situation. She hadn’t ever really needed to get to know someone before. There hadn’t been anyone <i>to</i> get to know. Anyone she’d met had been doomed to die or become another one of W.I.N.T.E.R.’s tools and neither one was the kind of thing Jinora wanted to become attached to. <br/>
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The whole conundrum of how to approach it, though, was put on pause as his hands reached out for her ribs. At first, Jinora’s mind had gone to the panicked thought that he meant to touch her… in ways that weren’t ok… and her whole body flinched away from it on the very principle itself. It was only further proof that she needed to learn how to trust. However, when his hands did find her and moved to tickle, Jinora found herself smiling. She wasn’t laughing, exactly, but it was close to it. Jinora remembered the feeling of her father tickling her. That had happened back before she had been able to see. She hadn’t quite realized how odd it would look to see someone tickling her. <br/>
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With a smile on her face, Jinora gently pushed his hands away because she’d had enough for that moment. <br/>
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It was his next comment that actually got a laugh out of her. The notion that they saw what she saw was quite comical and sometimes the things her eyes showed her were so strange she wondered if anyone who actually saw what she saw wouldn’t think she was crazy on premise. “No,” she corrected with a chuckle. “It doesn’t work like that. It’s more like how they would track a cell phone. There’s something built into the system… like a chip, I think… that they can lock onto the signal of and I don’t know how to get rid of it. My father… he was the only one who knew anything about what my eyes can really do and I still feel like I’ve barely touched the surface of it all. He… he was supposed to be around to teach me.” And he wasn’t ever going to be around again. She was on her own as far as her eyes were concerned.<br/>
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Then again, Jinora had always hoped that her father would’ve left clues. She’d just never had a chance to even try to find where the trail would’ve started. Her father had been the kind to plan ahead like that.</span>