[ She hears something hit the ground, but she doesn't know what it is. The frustration burns inside her with an intensity she almost can't bear, the miasma deepening and twisting all of her darker feelings into pulsating knots. It reminds her of when she was stuck in that metal box, when her parents hired two shady men to kidnap her because it was better than letting her run around doing what she wanted, embarrassing them.
Toph remembers them taunting her that not even she could bend metal, and how she'd thrown that in their faces. It gives her the strength to mutely take Miller's hand and follow him. This isn't the first time she's done something like this with a friend, but it does require absolute trust on her part; Toph wouldn't allow just anyone to lead her around, not even when she believed she was fully blind and dependent.
It makes her realize that she trusts Miller. More than as just a casual acquaintance, but as a real friend and as a part of her team. They can depend on each other and shift roles in combat, they can handle a crisis together, he didn't scold her for her schemes, he respects her and doesn't treat her like a child even when she probably deserves it, and...
Toph can hold his larger, rougher hand and keep walking, frustrated and hesitant in her steps but still moving, pushing ahead, letting him lead her through a blank, empty world.
She doesn't let go even when, eventually, feeling starts to return to her legs at the calf. It's painful, like a limb waking up after being cut off from circulation for too long, and she winces, hand tightening on his. ] I think-- we're getting out of the worst of it. I'm starting to feel things again.
[ This is important information, so she reports it, but her voice is still subdued. ]
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Toph remembers them taunting her that not even she could bend metal, and how she'd thrown that in their faces. It gives her the strength to mutely take Miller's hand and follow him. This isn't the first time she's done something like this with a friend, but it does require absolute trust on her part; Toph wouldn't allow just anyone to lead her around, not even when she believed she was fully blind and dependent.
It makes her realize that she trusts Miller. More than as just a casual acquaintance, but as a real friend and as a part of her team. They can depend on each other and shift roles in combat, they can handle a crisis together, he didn't scold her for her schemes, he respects her and doesn't treat her like a child even when she probably deserves it, and...
Toph can hold his larger, rougher hand and keep walking, frustrated and hesitant in her steps but still moving, pushing ahead, letting him lead her through a blank, empty world.
She doesn't let go even when, eventually, feeling starts to return to her legs at the calf. It's painful, like a limb waking up after being cut off from circulation for too long, and she winces, hand tightening on his. ] I think-- we're getting out of the worst of it. I'm starting to feel things again.
[ This is important information, so she reports it, but her voice is still subdued. ]