[Rialynn falls silent as she looks between them, the air heavy with indecision. Internally she's debating on whether she should grab Ramza and run anyway, since she does have an idea that might delight the audience. But she's sure they'd also be delighted with a sword fight, and that's something Ramza likely feels comfortable doing. So that's what she chooses. She nods slowly, as if reluctant, before turning to face Ramza.]
If you must, then that is how it must be. But...take my favor.
[She reaches back, fingers picking open the knot of her long sash that she always wears, and ties it securely to his left arm just above his elbow, tucking in the tails so they won't get in his way.]
I pray it will keep you safe.
[She places her hands on his shoulders and leans in, her cheek against his with her face hidden from the audience. To them, it looks as if she's kissing them. In truth, she just makes the sound. Mwah. Then she withdraws, giving him the goopiest of lovestruck stares as she walks back, slowly, until she's at the far end of the stage clutching her hands together anxiously.]
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If you must, then that is how it must be. But...take my favor.
[She reaches back, fingers picking open the knot of her long sash that she always wears, and ties it securely to his left arm just above his elbow, tucking in the tails so they won't get in his way.]
I pray it will keep you safe.
[She places her hands on his shoulders and leans in, her cheek against his with her face hidden from the audience. To them, it looks as if she's kissing them. In truth, she just makes the sound. Mwah. Then she withdraws, giving him the goopiest of lovestruck stares as she walks back, slowly, until she's at the far end of the stage clutching her hands together anxiously.]