[and then there's a few who would assume she's just straight crazy for being here, even if they're too polite to say it to her face. she's aware of that. she kind of wishes she was less aware of that now, since...well. after all that happened...he kept his promise, best he could. he fought at her side. they came back out alive. the things he's told her he'd do for her...he's done so.

he's more honorable than he gives himself credit for, as far as she's concerned.

with her hand guided away from her face, Lucina is hesitant to look his way. it's embarrassing, messing up as she does, bringing herself down when all this has been up until now is...nothing shy of wonderful?

except for the neck injury part.

anyway.

anyway, when she does glance back up at him, her eyes are wider in a quick scan of his features for signs of distaste or annoyance. she'd not fault him for it, but she sure doesn't want to see that sort of look.]

Guzma... I don't know how sketchy you really are...if you've honored every word you've said to me.

[...]

I think...you're better than you think you are.

[and gods help her, she's very taken by that -- more than she thinks she is.]