[Rion's amber eyes follow her and meet her gaze without hesitation nor any apparent intent, a mere raise of his brow his response to her glance. She can say and do as she likes; in this memory, the man did little more than wait, so wait he does.]
I have that effect a lot, don't I.
[He gives her a weak smile, a little self-deprecating, a little tired, but genuine underneath.]
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I have that effect a lot, don't I.
[He gives her a weak smile, a little self-deprecating, a little tired, but genuine underneath.]
Your recklessness does encourage it, [remarks the memory almost casually. Ferran lets out a breath through his nose as his smile fades, but doesn't bother even looking at the dark-haired man. His focus is purely on Naminé... at least, externally.]
Thank you... for being patient. I'll make it up to you somehow after I wake up.