( midna had also been expecting something entirely different. some bro-hug, or at least a 'thanks for being there even though we pretend we're not friends' but what came out of dylas' mouth instead lowered her bottom jaw so that her mouth hung open in surprise just slightly.
in the body of an imp, surrendering or even acknowledging the things she had started to feel for dylas was out of the question. she's searching his face, his eyes, his ears, for any hint that he was suffering from a massive head injury, but the sincerity in his tone is something she can't explain away.
her lip trembles just slightly as she looks from dylas— then turns her head to ales, where her cheeks rush with pink realizing he's a spectator... at dylas' insistence, no less.
she turns away from them both now, grabbing hold of dylas' wrist this time with the motion, and squeezing it. ) You... idiot.
( she mumbles, though her voice regains its footing as she continues. ) After all this— of course I won't let you go.
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in the body of an imp, surrendering or even acknowledging the things she had started to feel for dylas was out of the question. she's searching his face, his eyes, his ears, for any hint that he was suffering from a massive head injury, but the sincerity in his tone is something she can't explain away.
her lip trembles just slightly as she looks from dylas— then turns her head to ales, where her cheeks rush with pink realizing he's a spectator... at dylas' insistence, no less.
she turns away from them both now, grabbing hold of dylas' wrist this time with the motion, and squeezing it. ) You... idiot.
( she mumbles, though her voice regains its footing as she continues. ) After all this— of course I won't let you go.