[this Guzma... he's definitely a different sight than what she'd known at first, isn't he? what does seem the same, though, is that he's not the sort to faff around in conversation, whether it's because of discomfort or just a dislike of it. she can relate, in a way, and maybe that's why she can convince herself what he's saying is true. that he wants to know -- gods, that makes her feel a little strange -- and that he'll explain himself better later.
it's weird how quickly she can believe in things like that in the moment, and yet, somehow, she'll be second- and third-guessing it on her own...
after a moment of quiet, Lucina's eyes settle back down to Masquerain and, with a soft sound, she carefully lifts the bug and sets him on the cushion beside her and, after a beat of negotiating with impulse, she sits up a bit straighter, looking back over at Guzma, eyes big and face still red.]
That being said. I...I suppose you'll want me to go, yes? I understand. Only, ah...then, in that case... [her fingers fiddle and fold together then unfold on her lap.] Well...
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it's weird how quickly she can believe in things like that in the moment, and yet, somehow, she'll be second- and third-guessing it on her own...
after a moment of quiet, Lucina's eyes settle back down to Masquerain and, with a soft sound, she carefully lifts the bug and sets him on the cushion beside her and, after a beat of negotiating with impulse, she sits up a bit straighter, looking back over at Guzma, eyes big and face still red.]
That being said. I...I suppose you'll want me to go, yes? I understand. Only, ah...then, in that case... [her fingers fiddle and fold together then unfold on her lap.] Well...