[ Even after all the time she's spent here - which is more than she'd ever like to admit - the unnerving quality of human voices coming from the throats of the birds hasn't worn off. Nerves of steel would have never been more handy than they would now if only so that she could provide some comfort for whatever is to come.
Her head snaps from the direction Sylvain had been looking in before being ripped towards the bird again. She puts two and two together as her brows furrow together in concern - her previous experiences with the birds, the cruel voice, the way Sylvain's entire body language shifts - it's obvious it's for him.
Were Claude already not holding Sylvain's hand she might have reached for it, but seeing their hands clasped makes her change her mind, flaring unnecessary feelings. Perhaps comforting is better left to Claude than her. What she can always be counted on is some form of laziness to bail them out of any situation and she plays that card now. Her touch to Sylvain's arm is brief and slips away as quickly as it comes. ]
We can turn around at any point. The Draconae probably have enough crystals at this point. Or someone else will come by.
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Her head snaps from the direction Sylvain had been looking in before being ripped towards the bird again. She puts two and two together as her brows furrow together in concern - her previous experiences with the birds, the cruel voice, the way Sylvain's entire body language shifts - it's obvious it's for him.
Were Claude already not holding Sylvain's hand she might have reached for it, but seeing their hands clasped makes her change her mind, flaring unnecessary feelings. Perhaps comforting is better left to Claude than her. What she can always be counted on is some form of laziness to bail them out of any situation and she plays that card now. Her touch to Sylvain's arm is brief and slips away as quickly as it comes. ]
We can turn around at any point. The Draconae probably have enough crystals at this point. Or someone else will come by.