[Does she have questions? She needs to think about that for a moment, so instead of answering him right away she releases a contemplative hum before urging him to continue walking with her towards where Torgal sits waiting by a pair of stone archways brightened by moss and wisteria.
There's a part of her heart that does ache over Clive's self-sacrificial nature. It's a familiar pain, somehow, as if dulled by years of acclimation to its existence, and this time the princess isn't so quick to cast it aside as a silly whimsy of her mind.]
My inquiry is thus: what might I do to protect you in turn?
[If he's simple, then so is she; all she wants is to see him thrive. This, too, is simply how things are supposed to be.]
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There's a part of her heart that does ache over Clive's self-sacrificial nature. It's a familiar pain, somehow, as if dulled by years of acclimation to its existence, and this time the princess isn't so quick to cast it aside as a silly whimsy of her mind.]
My inquiry is thus: what might I do to protect you in turn?
[If he's simple, then so is she; all she wants is to see him thrive. This, too, is simply how things are supposed to be.]