Juna waited beside the split cedar with her bandaged hand pressed to her chest, watching Hajin instead of the clearing. Chat kept scrolling at the edge of his vision, and not one message there mattered more than her waiting stare.
Hajin dropped onto the roots beside the trunk so she would not need to chase him another nervous step.
[ ashley(mod): explain what she can ask you to stop, she needs to know that part ]
'Ashley's right again, and I'm running out of clever ways to dodge this conversation.'
Juna caught his eyes drifting sideways again and tugged his sleeve with her good hand, "I know they watch, so tell me what watching actually includes."
"Okay, okay, straight answer," he said, opening his palm toward the clearing around them, "whatever the camera sees near me, and whatever we say where its sound reaches, that's the Stream."
"So they see me, the hand, the way I'm standing like a dog that lost a fight with a cart, and they heard us arguing over the bandage?"
