[Ginia leans into his hand. Her hands clasp together as she stares at the assortment of mementos. His hand feels nice. She can't shake the feeling maybe she's too starved of physical contact, but it's nice. He cares.

Slowly, her hands unclasp as she shakes her head.]

Everyone, no. There are a lot of people here. Some?

[It's not as if there's anyone she hates at the temple and vice-versa, but there are a few people she doesn't know as well or gets along with a bit more grudgingly. It also means if they dislike her, it doesn't matter that much.

What does matter are the opinions of the ones close to her. Ginia doesn't think any of them are so shallow in character they'd reject her for poor decisions in emotional and physical intimacy, but people can always be surprising too.]

The temple is big enough I can hide somewhere to work without being found if enough people think the worst. Or request to work at a shrine.

[Ginia forces herself to make eye contact with Kimi. Some days she feels like steel and other days spun glass. What was it in her life that broke her so much? What is it about her that made still worthy in Kimi's eyes?

(She knows, she knows, she knows, but self-destructive running is so much easier to fall into at times.)]

...Maybe it only matters what you think.