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["Are you referring to her trust for others, or others' trust for her?"]

Her trust for others.

I know she's got strong reasons to do it, but she's had quite a few reasons not to.

["There are those she does not trust, and there are many more with whom she simply does not attempt to connect."]

Like the Hamatos. Is that purely because of her guilt or because of how Donatello treated her?

["It is because sooner or later, and for one reason or another, people will reject her. Failing that, too many of those not rejecting her attempt to attach themselves to her in a way that forces her to reject them.."]

[If she needed a reminder about what Aloy said about GAIA being more of a reflection of herself, even if she's a bit more objective...]

...Will that be my fate, some day?

["Your relationship is unique. There is no precedent to reference.

"However, it is clear that Aloy is eager to explore more."]

[...Aloy's never going home, at least. She can't go home. Tryse doesn't know what she'd do if that were an option.]

...It's a good thing she can't see me in here like this. I'd probably be ruining that image of me that she's built up.

["Query: What image do you believe Aloy has?"]

She thinks I'm... intelligent. Useful. Attractive. Reliable. Probably loyal. Hopefully loyal. Competent. In control.

Seeing me lost and confused, actively causing harm instead of helping... That's probably not what she pictures when she sees me.

[A pause.

"Would you find reassurance beneficial?"]

Would it be honest or just some part of Aloy not wanting to see me like this?

["I can offer clarity by directing you to more of her thoughts, or by showing you moments in which she does not live up to the image you may have of her. It is my understanding that this can have an equalizing effect in relationships."]

...Best not to do the second without her permission, GAIA. If they're the kinds of things that would embarrass her, she'd probably want a say in them being shared.

[...Might be interested in the first part, though.]

["As you prefer. If you wish to learn more of her thoughts about you, I would remind you to finish scanning your surroundings."]

...

[Best not leave a job half done. She sighs, pings her Focus again, and stands. There's still the frog and the shard, isn't there? Possibly fifteen other things she's missed, too.

She taps their icons.]

-Frog in witch’s hat (NSFW)
A thought of what could have been. Tryse’s hut is cozy and warm, projected in the tower. Aloy has perched herself on the witch’s writing desk. It is not, it seems, a planned development, as paper and implements have been scattered to make way for Aloy. She’s in her Carja imitation outfit again.

Tryse is rising from her seat at the desk, nestling herself between Aloy’s legs as their lips find each other’s. In this thought, there’s no need for guilt, or restraint. There’s tension, and passion, and they can simply follow where it goes. In this thought, when Tryse’s hand is on Aloy’s stomach, the kissing does still stop, the two women pressing their foreheads together, breaths quick with excitement. Want.

This time, when Aloy puts her hand on Tryse’s, she guides it under her pants (the pants do not need worked open, they already are. When? Shh, this isn’t that kind of thought.). Aloy’s witch palms her, and she makes a needy sound; a press from Aloy, and Tryse presses in turn. Thighs squeeze Tryse as they fall into a rhythm. Tryse’s mouth finds Aloy’s breast as fingers curl in (wait, but the top and sporting bra - shh), and Aloy’s voice rises. Her back arches, her muscles stutter -

The flames in Tryse’s fireplace brighten as Aloy’s tension breaks.

-The light shard (NSFW)
A thought of what could be. A hunter and her witch, buried in the nest of blankets that is Tryse’s room. It’s a comfortable feeling, soft cloth and the warmth of each other pressed together. Aloy is at Tryse’s back, wrapping the witch in her embrace as Tryse holds her phone.

Tryse is reading from it:

“Do you see me?
When I look at you, and my heart’s beating fast and my breath’s caught in my throat
Do you hear me?
When I'm whispering softly into your sunny hair and against your smile
Do you feel me?
When I trace your skin with my fingertips wishing I could sink into you”

Or she is trying to. Aloy’s fingers curl deep, and she hums amusement in Tryse’s ear when the witch’s cadence stumbles - when a cry interrupts a word -

And the poem stops altogether when Tryse’s body tightens, and Aloy takes her hand away. Then, there is a needy whine in Tryse’s throat instead, and Aloy is chuckling and murmuring in her ear. “Not yet.”

Oh.

Is that-

Are those her-

[Well, she's blushing hard now.]

She's, um. Certainly not thinking about me screwing up, at least.

["It would seem not."

The AI seems entirely straightfaced about it.]

[She clicks on the light shard's icon again. Listens to the poem. Replays that section to memorize it.

It'd be... a nice tease some day. When they know what can be done. If Claudine agrees. She can't exactly spare the time for much else. She's probably eaten up most of her hour. She sighs, considering how daunting the task she's set for her is. The frustration and anger built up in such a short time. Tryse turns and sets her back against the shelf, slowly sliding down.

Who'd have thought Aloy would have more than the one little fantasy? And such... detailed ones.

Tryse bites her lower lip. Clicks on the frog vision's icon again. And this time, when Aloy's voice rises, it's not alone.

A few minutes later, when she steps out from behind the shelf to see GAIA again, she has the good graces to look a little shamefaced.]

...Sorry. How much time is left, GAIA?

[Doesn't it seem like the brim on the frog's hat is bigger than it was?

(X) time remains, and GAIA will recite it.]

[She had half expected to be questioned. Still. Not much time remained. She sighs, idly sucking her fingers clean, and glances about.

What else could she touch on?]

Are there any hidden things I'm missing? Or perhaps options that Aloy wouldn't normally think to share in her current state?

[The shard gets a little brighter, doing that in sight of GAIA.

"If your goal is to observe and learn, there are few other options to which I may direct you. Some avenues require a level of clearance that is unavailable here; others must be made for yourself."]

...Would I have another goal?

[Is GAIA throwing shade at her? Come on...

She glances around, pinging the Focus a few more times to find any possible missed spots. Then she pauses. She hadn't memorized this spell, but in a heartscape, it should run off of intent and willpower, right?

She pauses and makes a few gestures. Mostly just filler, she can't recall the exact formula. What's important is that she tries to will this spell into working. A simple location spell. If Aloy's heart will even accept such a thing.]

Show me a hidden door.

[The heart is slow to respond, but Aloy is coming to accept magic. Eventually, the spell will point Tryse toward a panel in the floor. A lid can be slid aside to reveal a small, red dome nearby - quite like the interface on Cauldron doors and controls that Tryse saw in a memory, making uniforms.]

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