Siiri flushed at the compliment, not used to receiving them. She did or she didn't, there was no middle ground. If she failed at something she tried to do, she simply did it again until she succeeded. Such was the practicality instilled in the Myrian warrior. She basked in the girl's smile however, enjoying every moment that Miharu was happy. The small kiss did not go unnoticed as well, sending a jolt of electricity through her body and raising the hairs on her skin up on their ends.
“Must be all that practice with the potatoes,” Siiri said, embarrassed.
As the Miharu explained about removing the bits of meat still on the hide, Siiri already started to work them off. She was not worried about cutting herself as Miharu had teased. Such a thing would not seem so out of place among the numerous scars all over her body. The task of scraping the meat off was easier than the actual skinning, quite similar to cutting slices off an apple or an unripe mango, and she moved at a reasonable pace. Each sliver of rodent flesh she cut off she just popped in her mouth, offering every other slice to her bondmate. The meat tasted like pork, even when uncooked.
“How are you finding Taloba?” Siiri asked as they shared the light snack. “Adjusting well enough? You should see the rest of the city, even without me.” She snapped her fingers, as if suddenly remembering something. “That reminds me, we should get you marked. So others will know you are with me. How do you feel about tattoos? We'll get you one once we are done here. Wait here.”
Handing the girl the now meat-free hide, Siiri stood up and grabbed the skinned rodents by their forelegs and carried them with ease to the barracks kitchen. She spent a few minutes inside speaking with the barracks cooks before rejoining Miharu outside.