[Zelda spends a lot of time at the old observatory and its usually at odd hours. Early in the morning she’s at the Chocobo farm and she’s found a peculiar balance to her day though it doesn’t run off of a particular schedule. In this instance, she’s happy she is on hand to help.
A more earnest, younger smile tugs at her lips when he looks back up at her.]
How about, ‘good night and sweet dreams’
[Her expression softens.]
We can talk more tomorrow.
[She can tell that he needs time to think and to process everything that’s happened tonight. She might write to Jade or Selen and see if either can tell her small details of earlier in the night, however, in the end it will be up to Sephiroth to speak to her. She rises from her work and tides up a few things in the room. It’s mostly busy work, making sure that Sephiroth is okay before stepping away from his room.]
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A more earnest, younger smile tugs at her lips when he looks back up at her.]
How about, ‘good night and sweet dreams’
[Her expression softens.]
We can talk more tomorrow.
[She can tell that he needs time to think and to process everything that’s happened tonight. She might write to Jade or Selen and see if either can tell her small details of earlier in the night, however, in the end it will be up to Sephiroth to speak to her. She rises from her work and tides up a few things in the room. It’s mostly busy work, making sure that Sephiroth is okay before stepping away from his room.]