[ Thank the Gods he cannot see how she twists her fingers inside the muff. He might think she intends to break them. Even as he compliments the gift, and speaks her name, the feeling in her chest bubbles. She has no true understanding of why she feels he might reject her after all of it. Perhaps it is the knowledge that she will be pulled from Ishgard time and time again -- or the fact that he might need a more dependable partner now that the war is over. Perhaps she has failed to live up to some sort of standard or ideal that his culture would insist on.
Her ears are hidden by the hat she wears, but they are pressed to the back of her head as her tail curls further up against her. Tears have already gathered in her eyes at the thought he might dismiss her outright. Or, if his feelings were hardly close to her own. Logic and reason would say one thing, however, mankind has never been one to operate entirely on those two alone.
With the box now in her view, her head raises ever so slightly. Her fingers wrap around the box in his hand, gently taking it within her own. A few moments pass before she musters the courage to look to him, tears in her eyes and confusion obvious on her face. He need not give any gift to her that he has not already given her. Yet... ]
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Her ears are hidden by the hat she wears, but they are pressed to the back of her head as her tail curls further up against her. Tears have already gathered in her eyes at the thought he might dismiss her outright. Or, if his feelings were hardly close to her own. Logic and reason would say one thing, however, mankind has never been one to operate entirely on those two alone.
With the box now in her view, her head raises ever so slightly. Her fingers wrap around the box in his hand, gently taking it within her own. A few moments pass before she musters the courage to look to him, tears in her eyes and confusion obvious on her face. He need not give any gift to her that he has not already given her. Yet... ]