[ Hearing a new (but not entirely new) voice pulls her attention away from the vase, and when she turns and sees who the voice belongs to, she tenses. She, of course, remembers the man to be Dilucās estranged brother. Perhaps as a consequence of this dreamscape, she can feel the presence of something hanging in the air between them. Tension, unmistakably, butā¦ A lingering warmth beneath a bond that has frosted over, too. As soon as she realizes those feelings for what they are, she glances at her beloved, casting him a knowing, sympathetic look for the briefest of moments before Kaeya takes her hand and greets her.
In response, she gives another curtsy, and weathers his remark simply by not responding to it entirely. Instead she says, with a charming smile of her own, ]
Hello, Master Kaeya. Iām taking good care of him, so you donāt have to worry about any of that.
[ She canāt pretend to know everything about Dilucās and Kaeyaās relationship, but if itās anything at all like hers and Valphiās, wellā¦ She hopes the sentiment is appreciated, even by this dream-version of the man. ]
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In response, she gives another curtsy, and weathers his remark simply by not responding to it entirely. Instead she says, with a charming smile of her own, ]
Hello, Master Kaeya. Iām taking good care of him, so you donāt have to worry about any of that.
[ She canāt pretend to know everything about Dilucās and Kaeyaās relationship, but if itās anything at all like hers and Valphiās, wellā¦ She hopes the sentiment is appreciated, even by this dream-version of the man. ]