[ Naminé does tend to appreciate her personal space. Even with it maintained, though, she's not inclined to continue on her project, and sets the half-made bracelet aside to fold her hands together on her lap instead, gaze downturned.
What is she supposed to say? There are many things, she imagines, that she ought to - but where to start or even if she should eludes her. In the end, he does her the favor of taking the first step; her head raises slightly when he speaks, acknowledging it, though she doesn't quite turn her head. ]
I... I am now.
[ It took a while, physically speaking. Her regrets might be a different matter; those are harder to excise. ]
But Master Ira-- [ Finally, she peers up at him, although it's with a frown. Her voice lacks the edge it had that day during the battle, and there's worry there instead. ] ... I'm the one who should be asking that.
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What is she supposed to say? There are many things, she imagines, that she ought to - but where to start or even if she should eludes her. In the end, he does her the favor of taking the first step; her head raises slightly when he speaks, acknowledging it, though she doesn't quite turn her head. ]
I... I am now.
[ It took a while, physically speaking. Her regrets might be a different matter; those are harder to excise. ]
But Master Ira-- [ Finally, she peers up at him, although it's with a frown. Her voice lacks the edge it had that day during the battle, and there's worry there instead. ] ... I'm the one who should be asking that.