Psyche's POV
"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not a kid?" Thraia feigned exacerbation.
I'm still incredulous. She does seem precisely to be a nine-year-old child, but her insight is of an experienced lady.
Her actions.
Her face.
Her body.
They're not fairly full blown or defined. However, she talks like a 40-year-old woman.
"I just couldn't completely process it," I reasoned out.
This present circumstance has been tackled by one of my science teachers before, but maybe attributable to the reality I have not encountered one in the human domain like Thraia, I feel dubious.
"You are gradually causing me to feel annoyed, you know?"
Thraia doesn't appear as though she's joking with her words. It's an indication for me to quit asking and simply acknowledge reality.
