[ Ire provoked, then. Fright grips her like a vice around her neck, eyes widening at his response and causing her to startle. She takes a step back, and the hand over her heart quickly clutches for the clasp of her cloak instead, gripping it nervously, while the other hand at her side reaches for the handle of the door...
But she stops herself from retreating as she looks over him. Just as quickly as it appeared, the trepidation washes from her expression like rain off a windowpane. What she sees in the flare of flames and his frustration is far grander than anything she'd ever seen him express. On someone who presents himself so impeccably, the emotion looks like... he's finally alive. Alive, but only in the most painful of ways.
Perhaps this frustration isn't directed at her, or at least, not entirely for the reason of her bringing up the topic. ]
You.... ...Crystals, you really don't see it, do you?
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But she stops herself from retreating as she looks over him. Just as quickly as it appeared, the trepidation washes from her expression like rain off a windowpane. What she sees in the flare of flames and his frustration is far grander than anything she'd ever seen him express. On someone who presents himself so impeccably, the emotion looks like... he's finally alive. Alive, but only in the most painful of ways.
Perhaps this frustration isn't directed at her, or at least, not entirely for the reason of her bringing up the topic. ]
You.... ...Crystals, you really don't see it, do you?