[ kanaya keeps her back to the wall, her hands clasped behind her. for all intents and purposes, she looks as though she's standing guard, surveying the room and paying attention for whatever may arise. surveying is certainly what she's doing, but not against the potential threats she's positions for, assuming those threats wouldn't be more likely to come from her to begin with.
she counts threads, separating them in her mind to remember which are hers, which are the enemy. she tries to identify their marks as she can, tracking their progress through the party through each thread, but it's a lot to keep track of. she loses them every now and then.
she brings both hands up to rub at her eyes a moment. she can't fail at this, too many are counting on her. she herself is counting on her. resuming her position and standing a little straighter, she continues the task. when the time comes, she'll need to know where literally everyone is. ]
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she counts threads, separating them in her mind to remember which are hers, which are the enemy. she tries to identify their marks as she can, tracking their progress through the party through each thread, but it's a lot to keep track of. she loses them every now and then.
she brings both hands up to rub at her eyes a moment. she can't fail at this, too many are counting on her. she herself is counting on her. resuming her position and standing a little straighter, she continues the task. when the time comes, she'll need to know where literally everyone is. ]