She giggles. Okay, this could be a worse strangest-thing-that's-ever-happened-to-her.
"I like you too," she says. "And I'm Sister Nima, of the Eastern Air Temple. And - hang on."
She's covered with slime. She's in no state to go clinging to somebody's arm, even if they ARE more or less as slimy as her. Still, she can fix this, so she should.
She spreads her arms and draws in a deep, deep, deep breath. As she breathes, she lifts her arms over her head, and the stagnant air around her begins to move, sluggish and tired.
When her arms are directly over her head she breathes out sudden and sharp, and pushes her hands down just as quickly. A column of wind blasts her from above, removing most of the slime, drying what isn't immediately removed. Now she's a little bit sticker, and suddenly chilly, but her lifetime of airbending training allows her to endure the cold without complaint.
"Not perfect, but it's better." She grins at Chase, wondering what a pee-gee is and why words would be, or not be, rated by it. "Want me to do you next?"
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"I like you too," she says. "And I'm Sister Nima, of the Eastern Air Temple. And - hang on."
She's covered with slime. She's in no state to go clinging to somebody's arm, even if they ARE more or less as slimy as her. Still, she can fix this, so she should.
She spreads her arms and draws in a deep, deep, deep breath. As she breathes, she lifts her arms over her head, and the stagnant air around her begins to move, sluggish and tired.
When her arms are directly over her head she breathes out sudden and sharp, and pushes her hands down just as quickly. A column of wind blasts her from above, removing most of the slime, drying what isn't immediately removed. Now she's a little bit sticker, and suddenly chilly, but her lifetime of airbending training allows her to endure the cold without complaint.
"Not perfect, but it's better." She grins at Chase, wondering what a pee-gee is and why words would be, or not be, rated by it. "Want me to do you next?"
Double-entendre intended.