[in that beat where he's clearly got the hamster-wheel turning, Lucina is braced with her breath held. is she going to have to throw him? clap a hand over his mouth? drag him to the Porter posthaste? is--
ah...
no. he's...heeled himself! thank gods. she lets out her breath, still red as a tomato and none-too pleased about it!
flustered, she picks up her pace, rubbing at her cheeks as if to scrub the look of her face.]
L-let's just get out of here, okay? Without yelling to the world about it!
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ah...
no. he's...heeled himself! thank gods. she lets out her breath, still red as a tomato and none-too pleased about it!
flustered, she picks up her pace, rubbing at her cheeks as if to scrub the look of her face.]
L-let's just get out of here, okay? Without yelling to the world about it!