[ He's right. Lucina doesn't understand the first sentence in the slightest, blinking patiently until he elaborates. At the tilt of his head, some faint sunlight bounces off his LED, washing out the blue. Bluntly, she says - ]
It's pretty.
[ ? ]
I like the colour... when it's like this. It changes, doesn't it?
[ She's seen it flicker yellow once or twice. Most notably during their little splash in the caverns, and her fraught response after. ]
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It's pretty.
[ ? ]
I like the colour... when it's like this. It changes, doesn't it?
[ She's seen it flicker yellow once or twice. Most notably during their little splash in the caverns, and her fraught response after. ]