[ Another thing they have in common -- affection hasn't been properly given to her since her mother's passing, and perhaps that is another reason she is so compelled to shower him with it right now. She allows him to readjust her as he sees fit, and she happily nestles close against the poor man, resting her cheek against his.

She hums again, closing her eyes for a moment. ]

Well... not quite just your pretty eyes. [ As amusing as that probably would have been. ] You did not speak in the same mannerisms as my normal drivers. Also... you actually bothered to speak to me at all. Usually, the only time I was spoken to is by my brother or being told 'no', or 'hold still', or... well, I'm certain you understand what I am getting at.

[ Growing up a prisoner, she'd gotten used to that sort of treatment and the abuse that generally came with it. Other than Noctis, she hadn't had any other friends, and if it hadn't been for their notebook, she wouldn't have even had him. Had Gentiana not been around, she's certain that she'd have lost her mind -- the messenger couldn't be around all the time, but she was around enough to care.

It's this line of thought that has her realizing that her time with Arsène is the longest she's actually had companionship outside of healing people and Gentiana, of course. The last time she'd been around someone this long on more friendly terms had been Noctis, and that had had a rather unfortunate ending for all parties involved.

She's quiet for a moment, before she lowers her head to his shoulder, burying her face into the crook of his neck. ]

...Thank you.