[ The feeling of Sylvain's hand in hers and Claude's weight on her shifts something that had been dislodged back into place. Out of the corner of her eye she spots Petra reach for Claude's hand and something else stirs in her heart, a feeling that she doesn't want to decipher yet because her mind is so pre-occupied with other things.
Instead she leans her cheek against the top of Claude's head, and briefly closes her eyes, content with the four of them together even if it wasn't physically. It feels selfish to want to pretend that this talk of experimentation doesn't exist, that they're really just home or back in Cadens sitting under the sun together, but she's no stranger to being the selfish one amongst people she knows.
But at the mention of the masks and the symbol her eyes shoot open again, something alert to her body language. ]
A symbol? [ There's a moment when a piece of paper floats from seemingly nowhere along with a pen as Hilda sketches out the symbol she and Altair had found in the bandit camp. ] Does it look like this?
no subject
Instead she leans her cheek against the top of Claude's head, and briefly closes her eyes, content with the four of them together even if it wasn't physically. It feels selfish to want to pretend that this talk of experimentation doesn't exist, that they're really just home or back in Cadens sitting under the sun together, but she's no stranger to being the selfish one amongst people she knows.
But at the mention of the masks and the symbol her eyes shoot open again, something alert to her body language. ]
A symbol? [ There's a moment when a piece of paper floats from seemingly nowhere along with a pen as Hilda sketches out the symbol she and Altair had found in the bandit camp. ] Does it look like this?