[ Elda's heart is at once strong and fragile. Every week, all of the people here have seen her bounce back from the trauma of the trials and the deaths faster than almost anyone else: fast enough that if you didn't get to know the woman it might seem insensitive (and hell, it might still be). But right now... Right now, confronted with someone who means so much to her, she feels like glass, like clay, like something Hanyuu holds in her hands. And feeling vulnerable Elda whispers out, ]
... Again. Tell me that you love me again.
[ She should respond to Hanyuu's promise. But right now, she just wants to hear that some more, and she strokes Hanyuu's cheek as she tries to coax it out ]
GOOD I think it turned out well
... Again. Tell me that you love me again.
[ She should respond to Hanyuu's promise. But right now, she just wants to hear that some more, and she strokes Hanyuu's cheek as she tries to coax it out ]