[ For just a moment, he fears that his request was not well-received, because what he fears most is causing her further hurt or pushing her before she is ready. But eventually, the nod comes and with her permission, he is able to lower her hood.
The way her ears pop up never fails to bring a smile to his face, because there is something endearing about that, and he never grows tired of seeing it.
His heart sinks just slightly when he sees how she curls further in on herself. It is all too clear to him that she is distressed, and not only because of her hair, although that is a large part of it. She is not so vain as to be absorbed by how she looks, so he knows that there must be something even more distressing brewing beneath the surface.
He reaches for her hair as well, his hand moving to lightly stroke the lightened locks, remaining silent as she attempts to explain the change. ]
I see. [ His smile remains the same, but it is every bit as genuine as always, and not fixed or stiff in the slightest. He may not entirely understand how it is that an excess of Light could affect someone so, but he understands that the change is permanent. ]
I find that it rather suits you. And, I might even go as far as to say that I rather like it.
[ But then, having said that, he reaches for her hands, taking both of them in his and giving them a light rub because they still feel cold. ]
Whether your hair is light or dark, you still remain who you are, Lantaa. And what is more, I still find you as captivating as the day I first set eyes upon you.
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The way her ears pop up never fails to bring a smile to his face, because there is something endearing about that, and he never grows tired of seeing it.
His heart sinks just slightly when he sees how she curls further in on herself. It is all too clear to him that she is distressed, and not only because of her hair, although that is a large part of it. She is not so vain as to be absorbed by how she looks, so he knows that there must be something even more distressing brewing beneath the surface.
He reaches for her hair as well, his hand moving to lightly stroke the lightened locks, remaining silent as she attempts to explain the change. ]
I see. [ His smile remains the same, but it is every bit as genuine as always, and not fixed or stiff in the slightest. He may not entirely understand how it is that an excess of Light could affect someone so, but he understands that the change is permanent. ]
I find that it rather suits you. And, I might even go as far as to say that I rather like it.
[ But then, having said that, he reaches for her hands, taking both of them in his and giving them a light rub because they still feel cold. ]
Whether your hair is light or dark, you still remain who you are, Lantaa. And what is more, I still find you as captivating as the day I first set eyes upon you.