[ When the comforting warmth of the wyvern leaves her arms she can't help but wish for it back. Instead she gives her face another wipe before quickly making her way down the ladder. It's easier to redirect the desire for something to hold to the small creature rather than Claude's warm hand in hers. It's good practice to start now because maybe, hopefully, that will make the yearning for him dissipate bit by bit.
When her feet are back on solid ground she quickly moves aside to make room for him. Dusting herself off and pulling the small compact from her purse to check the havoc caused to her makeup serves as an honest, proper distraction as she begins the process of trying to be a better friend. To be happier, lighter, more full of grace for them. To ignore the impulse to read into the "we" like there's anything there at all except for the fact that they're moving in a direction towards repair and a dinner that a part of her is dreading.
Her makeup isn't as bad as she thought it would be and after a quick powder and one last brave sniffle, the red rims of her eyes is the only sign she had cried at all. The compact shuts with a definitive snap. ]
I think it's a given that we have to find them something. We can't go back on our promise, can we?
[ She would set things right again starting today; there's already a veneer of sweetness being layered over her weepiness. As Claude arrives beside her she reaches out to gently stroke the wyvern's head affectionately. ]
And if they get hungry before dinner is ready Sylvain really can't stay mad at this face, can he? [ It's very obvious that she's talking about the wyvern but as she looks up at Claude, her hand moves without thinking to squeeze his cheeks. ] Or this one.
[ Realizing what she's doing only takes a moment and by the time it dawns on her, she's quick to remove her hand. It's back, securely on the strap of her bag like it hadn't been anywhere near his face at all mere moments ago. The best way to pretend it away is by acting like it isn't anything she suddenly feels self-conscious about. She turns, moving towards the market already beginning to put together a mental list of ingredients that would make a nice meal that hopefully everyone could enjoy and certainly not trying to steel herself from the desire to overstay her welcome at the loft after the meal was done. ]
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When her feet are back on solid ground she quickly moves aside to make room for him. Dusting herself off and pulling the small compact from her purse to check the havoc caused to her makeup serves as an honest, proper distraction as she begins the process of trying to be a better friend. To be happier, lighter, more full of grace for them. To ignore the impulse to read into the "we" like there's anything there at all except for the fact that they're moving in a direction towards repair and a dinner that a part of her is dreading.
Her makeup isn't as bad as she thought it would be and after a quick powder and one last brave sniffle, the red rims of her eyes is the only sign she had cried at all. The compact shuts with a definitive snap. ]
I think it's a given that we have to find them something. We can't go back on our promise, can we?
[ She would set things right again starting today; there's already a veneer of sweetness being layered over her weepiness. As Claude arrives beside her she reaches out to gently stroke the wyvern's head affectionately. ]
And if they get hungry before dinner is ready Sylvain really can't stay mad at this face, can he? [ It's very obvious that she's talking about the wyvern but as she looks up at Claude, her hand moves without thinking to squeeze his cheeks. ] Or this one.
[ Realizing what she's doing only takes a moment and by the time it dawns on her, she's quick to remove her hand. It's back, securely on the strap of her bag like it hadn't been anywhere near his face at all mere moments ago. The best way to pretend it away is by acting like it isn't anything she suddenly feels self-conscious about. She turns, moving towards the market already beginning to put together a mental list of ingredients that would make a nice meal that hopefully everyone could enjoy and certainly not trying to steel herself from the desire to overstay her welcome at the loft after the meal was done. ]