Your generosity humbles me. Please, if there's anything I can to lend you my strength, then allow me to serve you in the same regard. It would give me no greater happiness than to support you.
[ Pleasantries.
There's more that seeks to elapse in her voice, to ask or to plea, to take his hand and take the very person she's traversed so many miles for back with the unprincipledness of a conqueror with a precious bounty, but there's something to be said about conscientiousness and how it outweighs human impulse. Of course she couldn't seize him like some object and bring him back to her party despite the very best of her intentions β the same jurisdiction that would have her afraid to raise her head in his presence out of nerves alone. Noctis has been endeavoring so long to stave off the darkness encroaching the lands, trapped between the extremes of two kingdoms. His fight is on a scale that she couldn't grasp, not for all the deities that speak into his ears or the burdens laid upon him now.
There's an unhallowed grace in it, whether to favor the world or favor Noctis, like the two choices were mutually exclusive. It's all so horribly vexing that she can't even say it β not even now, when he's before her, having grown into his years as his duty. Mouth pursed, she's only broken out of her trance by his question, which she's slow to respond with any degree of composure. Luna has no experience with rapid-fire questions, honestly. ]
... Oh! Um.
[ A bit of a squeak leaves her as she's straightened, following his stare around. It's rather deceiving to offer up Noctis a white lie when they've only now reconvened, but the truth is nothing so easy to openly plead to. She flushes a bit, one hand braced over her opposing forearm. ]
I needed a breath of fresh air, so a short walk around our lodgings for the night appeared to pose little in the way of threats. Gentiana would call upon me should a quick return be necessary, so rest assured that you needn't worry yourself over my well-being.
[ Yes, she's ditched her bodyguards for an evening stroll. Gentiana alone should be to do damage control until her return, but if things go south, it wouldn't be the first time Ignis and Gladio tore through the bazaars for their not-so-runaway princess. Luna's habit for ghosting on a whim is unrivaled. If nothing else, she'll at least allow herself to step closer, although she can't breach the distance to even grasp at him, like he stands on a pedestal beyond a mere mortal's touch. ]
Would it be unkind to assume similarly of you, dear Noctis?
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[ Pleasantries.
There's more that seeks to elapse in her voice, to ask or to plea, to take his hand and take the very person she's traversed so many miles for back with the unprincipledness of a conqueror with a precious bounty, but there's something to be said about conscientiousness and how it outweighs human impulse. Of course she couldn't seize him like some object and bring him back to her party despite the very best of her intentions β the same jurisdiction that would have her afraid to raise her head in his presence out of nerves alone. Noctis has been endeavoring so long to stave off the darkness encroaching the lands, trapped between the extremes of two kingdoms. His fight is on a scale that she couldn't grasp, not for all the deities that speak into his ears or the burdens laid upon him now.
There's an unhallowed grace in it, whether to favor the world or favor Noctis, like the two choices were mutually exclusive. It's all so horribly vexing that she can't even say it β not even now, when he's before her, having grown into his years as his duty. Mouth pursed, she's only broken out of her trance by his question, which she's slow to respond with any degree of composure. Luna has no experience with rapid-fire questions, honestly. ]
... Oh! Um.
[ A bit of a squeak leaves her as she's straightened, following his stare around. It's rather deceiving to offer up Noctis a white lie when they've only now reconvened, but the truth is nothing so easy to openly plead to. She flushes a bit, one hand braced over her opposing forearm. ]
I needed a breath of fresh air, so a short walk around our lodgings for the night appeared to pose little in the way of threats. Gentiana would call upon me should a quick return be necessary, so rest assured that you needn't worry yourself over my well-being.
[ Yes, she's ditched her bodyguards for an evening stroll. Gentiana alone should be to do damage control until her return, but if things go south, it wouldn't be the first time Ignis and Gladio tore through the bazaars for their not-so-runaway princess. Luna's habit for ghosting on a whim is unrivaled. If nothing else, she'll at least allow herself to step closer, although she can't breach the distance to even grasp at him, like he stands on a pedestal beyond a mere mortal's touch. ]
Would it be unkind to assume similarly of you, dear Noctis?