[ It is obvious, he's not wrong about that. Lucina is pulled out of her own concerns for a brief moment, head turning at the neck to peer up at him. The proximity is hardly dangerous, but she does find herself becoming newly aware of the little imperfections in his face, the subtle freckes across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.
And then, because it's necessary, or perhaps just safer, she looks away again. Forward. There's no need to look at him when she knows he's there.
It begets an odd sensation in her breastbone, a flinching. She doesn't like it.
Very quietly, words murmured in a low tone, only for them -- ]
I hope you can see in yourself what everyone here sees in you.
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And then, because it's necessary, or perhaps just safer, she looks away again. Forward. There's no need to look at him when she knows he's there.
It begets an odd sensation in her breastbone, a flinching. She doesn't like it.
Very quietly, words murmured in a low tone, only for them -- ]
I hope you can see in yourself what everyone here sees in you.