[ Oh, no. That earnest look. The way his eyes follow her intently, with that gentleness, is suddenly-- too much. Her face feels hot.
Ciri quickly finishes unwrapping the bag, ducks aside to grab a spoon and get the pot on the stove and busy herself measuring out what she needs. Without responding. For now. ]
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Another? Did you write a song about me already?
[ Oh, no. That earnest look. The way his eyes follow her intently, with that gentleness, is suddenly-- too much. Her face feels hot.
Ciri quickly finishes unwrapping the bag, ducks aside to grab a spoon and get the pot on the stove and busy herself measuring out what she needs. Without responding. For now. ]