Her grin widened at his response, and despite the seriousness of their situation, she couldn't help a small quiet chuckle as she turned forward again. "I'd like to hear your song someday, professional or not." It felt...nice...just to be next to him. His presence soothed her in a way that few could.
She listened to his words and closed her eyes, bowing her head. Her prayer was a silent one, trusting more in her emotions than her words to convey her hopes and pleas to whoever (or whatever) might be watching over them. To guide their weapons, to shield them from harm, to see this world healed of its scars.
It didn't take long. Her lashes parted, and she braced her hands against her thighs to push herself up to her feet. She didn't ask Ramza if he was finished, waiting patiently. When he was done, he'd rise. No need to rush him through something that was clearly important to his peace of mind.
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She listened to his words and closed her eyes, bowing her head. Her prayer was a silent one, trusting more in her emotions than her words to convey her hopes and pleas to whoever (or whatever) might be watching over them. To guide their weapons, to shield them from harm, to see this world healed of its scars.
It didn't take long. Her lashes parted, and she braced her hands against her thighs to push herself up to her feet. She didn't ask Ramza if he was finished, waiting patiently. When he was done, he'd rise. No need to rush him through something that was clearly important to his peace of mind.