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[ainteasy]

[ when pressed, gamora might thoroughly deny any sentimentality or (dare we say it?) enjoyment out of toting the sprout around. but where others get a short temper, groot gets a wellspring of patience. he's someone to be protected; he's earned that care and protection in no small part for the sacrifice he'd made for the remaining guardians.

and for that reason alone, she takes the stairs at a jaunty clip -- two at a time. let it be fun for the little creature.

in the meantime, she muses aloud: ] If the others were here, Groot, surely we would have heard some proof before we ever saw them. Explosions. Screams. Sirens.

[ faithless, this one. ]

[oakay]

[Groot jostles around contently at the pace change, pleased to be moving faster. He lets himself bounce freely, not afraid of a tumble. That was what it meant to trust your team mates - they would never let him fall, he knows this. Well, not intentionally. There has been a few accidents.

And one near-fatal couch incident he'd rather never speak of. Seriously, Drax, look before you sit.

Curiously, he peers in front and behind, listening out for the familiar team mate sounds. She's correct, if they were here, they'd soon hear it. He will tell her she is exceptionally observant.] I am Groot.

[ainteasy]

[ truthfully, no one wants to speak of the couch incident; this is why the guardians can't have nice things.

before she'd stumbled across groot, gamora had been in the process of a floor-by-floor reconnaissance. that task is no less pressing, now, but at least it'll be done in decent company. if a bit cryptic at times.

for example: ] Whatever you said -- it is likely true enough.

[ this would be easier with rocket in tow. but, then again, it'd be the only thing made easier by having rocket in tow. ]

[oakay]

I am Groot.

[He nods in agreement. He enjoys the praise - it's probably better that Rocket isn't here, sometimes people guessed he was smart and more knowledgeable than he was because Rocket wasn't there to tell them what he was saying. And usually he got to use my swears!

Groot spies a window nearby and points at it insistently. Has she checked outside? Is outside nice? Are they things to chase? He would very much like to chase things his own size.] I am Groot!

[ainteasy]

[ truly? outside is beautiful. lively and open, despite its boundaries. and although there are parts which put her too firmly in mind of ego, gamora doesn't care to share that shade of thought with groot.

he points at the window; she (heaven help us all) grins. ]

We could go to the rooftop. Would you like that?

[ it's high and it's got a helluva view. maybe some sparrows to frustrate. ]

[oakay]

[YES!!! OUTSIDE! LET'S GO OUTSIDE.]

I am Groot!

[Groot beams at her and gestures up. Rooftop sounds good, he would always rather be outside than inside. Insides have lots of carpet and long corridors and feet. Outside only had scary birds to fend off and sometimes rain. And he still preferred those things to feet.] I am Groot. [He pats her face to show that he is grateful. You are a good carrying person, Gamora. He approves.]

[ainteasy]

[ linguistic barrier or no, groot's enthusiasm is unmistakable. his rough branch-like hands tap her cheek gamora allows herself a well-natured wince -- almost as though embarrassed by the show of affection. merely another liberty allowed him but to few others.

so! she doubles back to the stairwell and skips the remaining few floors, vying straight for the rooftop exit. the day is bright and welcoming; she squints against the sun the moment they step into it together. ]

You have to be careful. [ it's a fruitless warning. she knows it. ] No adventuring too close to the ledge.

[oakay]

[It's very bright and it takes a few to adjust his eyes to it, once he can finally see in the blinding sun, he spies some birds on the ledge and his excitement peaks. He nods eagerly at her that no, of course not, he would never stray near the edge.

Leaping off her shoulder and using his vines to smooth his landing, he takes of running at full speed towards the bird army.]

I AM GROOOOOOOOT!

[He flails his arms around and yells until the birds all fly away. Groot stops at the ledge, not too close, and turns back with a grin. See? Not too close to the ledge at all.]

[ainteasy]

[ hanging back, she suffers a burst of quasi-maternal delight when witnessing his fierce charge. little though he is, he's undeniably primal. maybe she should worry more -- the thought nags, briefly, before gamora shelves it in favour of pride.

take that, stinking birds.

gamora's laughter is brief and sharp. like gunfire -- or steel on steel. but she soon after follows him to the near ledge and takes a graceful seat. instead of dangling her legs over the side, she turns her back to the mansion's grounds and sits facing the rooftop's interior. better, she thinks, to keep an eye on him.

a soft hiss to get his attention before she jerks her head lazily toward a fat pigeon some fifteen feet away. ] Can you sneak up on it? Go silently, if you can.

[oakay]

[Sneaky? Oh! Yes, he can do that. He dances a little in excitement before his face goes neutral and serious. He's got this, you watch. He even whispers confirmation of this.]

I am Groot.

[Sneaking up very slowly, he creeps along the rooftop and once he's close enough to the pigeon, he screams a battle cry and jumps on it, arms wrapped around it's fat neck. The bird panics and manages to throw Groot off with it's wings, leaving him on the ground as it flies away. Hmpth! Close.

One day he will tame a bird to use as his own. One day.]

[ainteasy]

You nearly had him.

[ -- softly said. she's no natural teacher. nor, in the end, does groot need teaching. but there's nevertheless a comfortable bond to be found in this interaction. gamora craves family more than she's ever likely to admit. and nurturing this toddler-version of her teammate is a far easier way to blunt that craving than to consider further reconciling with her sister and her quest to kill their father.

gamora defines herself by a different family, now.

she leans her elbows on her knees, all her attention wrapped up in groot. ]

I bet he's flown off to tell his brethren tales of why they should not come here and cross you.

[oakay]

I am Groot!

[It is declared with great pride as Groot pretends to fight off imaginary foes just to show off how fearsome and unstoppable he is. He is the mightest of mighty warriors, it's true.

He moves closer to Gamora and flexes his non-existent muscles with a curious expression, unsure if they look impressive or not. He wants to hurry up and grow again, he wants to be a big Groot.] I am Groot?

[ainteasy]

[ she leans forward -- stretching out an arm so she can pluck a soft downy feather from where it'd gotten itself lodged in the craggy crown of his head during the kerfuffle. with a puff of breath, she blows it off her fingertips and lets it float away. ]

You have to be patient. [ the best things take time to grow, right? time, and effort, and perseverance. even living through hell has taught her the value of biding one's time. ] One day, you will be bigger than some dumb bird.

[oakay]

[Yes. One day he will be bigger than twenty pigeons combined. Then his time will come and he will once again protect his friends.

Coming even closer, Groot climbs on her leg and stands there, watching her curiously. They may not have a lot of their crew with them and they may be stranded but at least he was stranded with the least idiotic one. He would have panicked more by now otherwise. His vines slowly snake out and wrap around her hand, gentle and careful.

A small touch of affection. It's like he's doing that human thing - the holding of the hand.] I am Groot.

[ainteasy]

[ there's no mistaking the intention behind the growth and the twining of his vines. gamora lets her fingers flex through this 'embrace', of sorts. her teeth bite down on the inside of her lip in an attempt to keep her smile somewhat subdued.

it is the sort of moment that might risk ridicule back on the ship. here, alone with him, she enjoys it for what it is. ]

And the same to you. [ she answers. she may not be certain what he's said, but she's confident she can return the sentiment -- whether it's affection, or faith, or simply something kind. ]