Medium · Empathy ≥ 4
His arm rises for a second, as if he's about to put it on your shoulder. He doesn't, but the intention was there...
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His arm rises for a second, as if he's about to put it on your shoulder. He doesn't, but the intention was there...
There's turmoil in there now -- but still she keeps it in check.
Oh no -- she's sentimental all right. Why would she come here otherwise?
Does it matter? Her mind's made up. It has been for some time. The choice was whether to tell her this. And you've already made it.
She was worried for a moment. That she's overplayed her hand by not sharing info sooner. Then she settles down, curious to hear more.
A strange equanimity has overtaken the lieutenant. He's just going with the flow now. Easier that way.
She would die to return to it. The pale. The past. Anything one can return to.
With longing... clear and simple longing. Strange. Why does she want to go there?
Despite his words he's not really sure whether to be annoyed with you or not.
This gave her pause. She's pensive, suddenly. Hard to say about what...
It's clear the village has already grown dear to her... strangely so. Why did she come here?
She does not seem convinced that you'll be fine. If anything, she is realizing how deep your condition runs.
Some of that assurance is meant for herself, as much as it's meant for you. She must have a lot on the line here.
This person is not easily disoriented, but you've done it.
Was he just... worried? That you would find out something awful?