[Yeah, well, on hearing Luffy's name there's the sort of thing one might expect. A slight flinch, a discreet tension, and the sort of thing one might not - the slumping of her shoulders. But no blush, no shrinking inwards of the serious trauma and left-over feelings kind. The most awkward thing, really, was the leftover remnants of their physical intimacy, and... it was Luffy, so that was only as awkward as she'd let it be. He'd already gone to war against it, so she didn't imagine that it would last long.
Katara glances over at Nami, her gaze sober.]
I don't really think that's the kind of thing you can promise. It's not as if we can control when we come or go.
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Katara glances over at Nami, her gaze sober.]
I don't really think that's the kind of thing you can promise. It's not as if we can control when we come or go.