[The voice is a welcomed one, and Diluc glances over to where Thoma is approaching with a somewhat sheepish smile.]
It would seem so. The owlet is panicked, and yours is a much more comforting presence than mine.
[Diluc has his blind spots when it comes to himself, but even he can't make the argument that he's an especially warm person. No amount of wanting what's best for the owlet will make him a better candidate for soothing it than Thoma.
Speaking of, the poor creature ceases its shrieking to look Thoma over curiously. The interest is short-lived, however--the weight of the snow and ice snaps one of the tree's branches, spooking the owlet and causing it to screech once more.]
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It would seem so. The owlet is panicked, and yours is a much more comforting presence than mine.
[Diluc has his blind spots when it comes to himself, but even he can't make the argument that he's an especially warm person. No amount of wanting what's best for the owlet will make him a better candidate for soothing it than Thoma.
Speaking of, the poor creature ceases its shrieking to look Thoma over curiously. The interest is short-lived, however--the weight of the snow and ice snaps one of the tree's branches, spooking the owlet and causing it to screech once more.]