[ Of that, she feels quite certain. In fact, when she thinks about it, for some reason speaking to him seems like it should have been her first priority to begin with - that maybe it had been, and she just wasn't conscious of it. It perplexes her, to find suddenly that she doesn't understand her own reasoning. (Surely it isn't just because he's handsome, right...? She's never been that carefree type of princess who has to have a crowd of good-looking admirers.) Her brow has just begun to pinch again when his follow-up confusion encourages her to push aside her own. ]
Because-- I didn't want to sneak in unannounced and upset you. [ ... Any more than she had to to talk to him about... it. Mentally, she flails about for a beat, trying to string together her own thoughts. Her chin tucks as she does, her look bashful. ] I was sent this way on an errand, but I'm no thief. And...
[ There's that feeling again, like there's something more she ought to know. Something more she does know, as she thinks back to the sight of him in the window when the man from before left him alone. That forlorn look - she recognizes it, knows it to the core of her being, like an old friend. She could have tried to stay hidden, but...
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[ Of that, she feels quite certain. In fact, when she thinks about it, for some reason speaking to him seems like it should have been her first priority to begin with - that maybe it had been, and she just wasn't conscious of it. It perplexes her, to find suddenly that she doesn't understand her own reasoning. (Surely it isn't just because he's handsome, right...? She's never been that carefree type of princess who has to have a crowd of good-looking admirers.) Her brow has just begun to pinch again when his follow-up confusion encourages her to push aside her own. ]
Because-- I didn't want to sneak in unannounced and upset you. [ ... Any more than she had to to talk to him about... it. Mentally, she flails about for a beat, trying to string together her own thoughts. Her chin tucks as she does, her look bashful. ] I was sent this way on an errand, but I'm no thief. And...
[ There's that feeling again, like there's something more she ought to know. Something more she does know, as she thinks back to the sight of him in the window when the man from before left him alone. That forlorn look - she recognizes it, knows it to the core of her being, like an old friend. She could have tried to stay hidden, but...
Soft and uncertain, yet so sincere, ]
And you... looked lonely, up here by yourself.