[Oh... oh. Right. Three months, he said. That's only one season.
A half-groan of embarrassment escapes before she can stop it, and Konoha sinks into a deflated posture. Her spine was quite flexible, and she ends up bowed over from the waist so deeply that her forehead nearly touches the ground between her forelegs, her fingers curling over her equine ankles as if in some odd centaur yoga pose]
No, it's fine... I can't think of a smart question, I'm sorry... I'll just lay here.
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A half-groan of embarrassment escapes before she can stop it, and Konoha sinks into a deflated posture. Her spine was quite flexible, and she ends up bowed over from the waist so deeply that her forehead nearly touches the ground between her forelegs, her fingers curling over her equine ankles as if in some odd centaur yoga pose]
No, it's fine... I can't think of a smart question, I'm sorry... I'll just lay here.
[Just leave her to die of motion sickness...]