[ That is quite the truth. It makes him wonder, a little. She's hardly an unfriendly face. And she's in Solvunn, is she not? He's aware Thorne is a complicated space to navigate, that the Free Cities is large and teeming with faceless bodies, but Solvunn has always struck him as a simple place to find companionship. But he recalls Aerith was often alone during the Summit—the few times he glimpsed her, that is—and she seems to wear a shroud of loneliness now. One that he's not certain is entirely born out of the news about her friend.
He studies the offered flower. After a second, he takes it—but the petals remain intact.
It doesn't feel as though she's being coy or trying to bullshit him—a large part of why he's humoured her this far. More...he can't put his finger on it, what it is she's doing. A cushion, he wants to say. Like she's building a softer landing for himself with the expectation that she might fall. ]
How about this. [ His voice is gentle, but there's a firmness that suggests he is not interested in pretenses when what she's seeking is simple enough to grant. ] I'll walk with you into that house. And we'll talk. Just the two of us. No games or whispering flowers.
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He studies the offered flower. After a second, he takes it—but the petals remain intact.
It doesn't feel as though she's being coy or trying to bullshit him—a large part of why he's humoured her this far. More...he can't put his finger on it, what it is she's doing. A cushion, he wants to say. Like she's building a softer landing for himself with the expectation that she might fall. ]
How about this. [ His voice is gentle, but there's a firmness that suggests he is not interested in pretenses when what she's seeking is simple enough to grant. ] I'll walk with you into that house. And we'll talk. Just the two of us. No games or whispering flowers.
[ She did promise him tea, all that aside. ]