[ Warmer-toned. Easy enough. Of course, she could always just... start walking home too, maybe; a little more rain's not going to kill her and it's really not that far, after all...
But as soon as the thought crosses her mind, she counter-decides she could use a few more moments to think. Plus-- well, wandering towards the middle of town in a soaked-through white dress doesn't really... seem like the brightest of ideas, either.
While she waits, listening to him move, she does try to think of something else to say, anything to ease the tension, yet even then comes up short on anything adequate. Staying silent probably isn't the best course of action here, but...
Gah... not that she's very good at that even when she's got lots of time to think about it either, BUT.
Her heart's in her throat, remembering that time she's spent in Luceti and everything it entails pretty well itself, even if her brain's still trying to play catch-up past the whole... 'demigod of war' thing.
But... yet... what if....
Patience quickly becomes something easier promised than acted out. Once she's actually inside the barracks, dismissed her gunblade distractedly, simply staying in place leaning against the wall seems a lot harder than it should be. ]
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[ Warmer-toned. Easy enough. Of course, she could always just... start walking home too, maybe; a little more rain's not going to kill her and it's really not that far, after all...
But as soon as the thought crosses her mind, she counter-decides she could use a few more moments to think. Plus-- well, wandering towards the middle of town in a soaked-through white dress doesn't really... seem like the brightest of ideas, either.
While she waits, listening to him move, she does try to think of something else to say, anything to ease the tension, yet even then comes up short on anything adequate. Staying silent probably isn't the best course of action here, but...
Gah... not that she's very good at that even when she's got lots of time to think about it either, BUT.
Her heart's in her throat, remembering that time she's spent in Luceti and everything it entails pretty well itself, even if her brain's still trying to play catch-up past the whole... 'demigod of war' thing.
But... yet... what if....
Patience quickly becomes something easier promised than acted out. Once she's actually inside the barracks, dismissed her gunblade distractedly, simply staying in place leaning against the wall seems a lot harder than it should be. ]