[ Dusty poetry books. Had the mood been different, she might make a joke at the expense of the Library that Master Matoya had sent them to. Instead, her ears lift slightly underneath her hat as she finds herself between a frown and a state of confusion. Her arrival? Certainly he means the arrival of both her and her sister. She has done nothing extraordinary separately from being a Warrior of Light. All she has done is what any who might care for another would...
Her gaze drops slowly back to the small box with her fingers trembling. The box hinges open and her eyes widen. The faintest of gasps escapes her as it all clicks at once. Her mind immediately wants to deny the possibility that he would even bother with such a thing. She's far from nobility and farther from being what Isghard might consider an appropriate companion for a noble house - small or large. Her heart, however, sings loudly at the idea. It beats faster and causes the tears in her eyes to escape down her face.
Perhaps it is the first time he has seen her cry.
In an instant, Alkaid is pressing herself against him with her face in his chest. The box is still open and secure in her hand as she nods fervently. A sound of happiness and yet tears escapes her at the same time as she tries to answer him with her voice and yet fails. ]
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Her gaze drops slowly back to the small box with her fingers trembling. The box hinges open and her eyes widen. The faintest of gasps escapes her as it all clicks at once. Her mind immediately wants to deny the possibility that he would even bother with such a thing. She's far from nobility and farther from being what Isghard might consider an appropriate companion for a noble house - small or large. Her heart, however, sings loudly at the idea. It beats faster and causes the tears in her eyes to escape down her face.
Perhaps it is the first time he has seen her cry.
In an instant, Alkaid is pressing herself against him with her face in his chest. The box is still open and secure in her hand as she nods fervently. A sound of happiness and yet tears escapes her at the same time as she tries to answer him with her voice and yet fails. ]