[she makes a soft, kind sound, but it's really just a buffer for her to hesitate. she fears laying such things bare, especially like this, not only because it's unbecoming for a princess of Ylisse, but because she wants to keep at bay many sad memories that are tied with her loved ones vanishing despite promises of return.
she'll never hold it against herself for believing in them, nor hold it against them for dying, but it doesn't mean it doesn't ache terribly, even now! the promise of "oh they'll port back in such-and-such amount of days" is as flimsy as "oh we'll receive word by raven that they're on their way in such-and-such amount of days."]
I think...I'll go looking for some furnishings for that house of ours. It's gone quite unfinished since all this madness, hasn't it.
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she'll never hold it against herself for believing in them, nor hold it against them for dying, but it doesn't mean it doesn't ache terribly, even now! the promise of "oh they'll port back in such-and-such amount of days" is as flimsy as "oh we'll receive word by raven that they're on their way in such-and-such amount of days."]
I think...I'll go looking for some furnishings for that house of ours. It's gone quite unfinished since all this madness, hasn't it.