[ Alongside a faint warmth in her stomach, like something pleasant and sticking, honey-tinged, there's a sharp discomfort to be gotten from his accolades. The contrarian nature of the two sensations leaves her more unhappy than happy. Slowly, Lucina is realising that she doesn't want to take anything - not one compliment, not one gesture - from anyone who wasn't there with her, back then. She'll have to let it go. It's unfair to resent Connor for not being Laurent, or Ephraim for not being Gerome, or Sheryl for not being Severa.
She isn't sure she even feels that way, in truth, but the potential hovers - a sliver of something in the back of her mind that, if not let go, could fester into something ugly. Ugliness is another thing she's tired of.
Her next words, when they come, are bordering on grave - not without her typical blunt earnestness, but with a thin edge of something guarded. She feels rather drained, following her words. The emotional toll is something she'll recover quickly, with her typical resilience. That’s different from it being insignificant. ]
Thank you. Your kind words are a comfort.
[ The funny thing? They actually are. Even in her contrary bout of adolescent discomfit, even if she has to wrestle with herself to accept them.
....Something catches her attention at the corner of her eye. For the first time, Lucina turns to him a little, frowning curiously. ] Connor - [ she reaches out a bit, almost touches him, doesn't ] - what's this? [ It shouldn't be hard to figure out what she's asking about, as her hand falls away from the vicinity of his temple. ]
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She isn't sure she even feels that way, in truth, but the potential hovers - a sliver of something in the back of her mind that, if not let go, could fester into something ugly. Ugliness is another thing she's tired of.
Her next words, when they come, are bordering on grave - not without her typical blunt earnestness, but with a thin edge of something guarded. She feels rather drained, following her words. The emotional toll is something she'll recover quickly, with her typical resilience. That’s different from it being insignificant. ]
Thank you. Your kind words are a comfort.
[ The funny thing? They actually are. Even in her contrary bout of adolescent discomfit, even if she has to wrestle with herself to accept them.
....Something catches her attention at the corner of her eye. For the first time, Lucina turns to him a little, frowning curiously. ] Connor - [ she reaches out a bit, almost touches him, doesn't ] - what's this? [ It shouldn't be hard to figure out what she's asking about, as her hand falls away from the vicinity of his temple. ]