[ alina doesn't like to think of herself as a jealous person. or, more accurately, she doesn't like to think of herself as the kind of person that other people would describe as jealous. it's not the feeling that she spurns, but the idea that it might reflect poorly on her. ianthe doesn't make it sound that way, now. she makes it sound like something to be fed and watered and enticed. it keeps alina from getting her hackles up about it, and it serves it purpose well as a result—to entice her. to promise something that she wouldn't even think to ask for, otherwise. ]
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Something that's just mine?