[ The change in temperature was instantly noticeable, and Lyria lurches as it prickled against her skin. She was always fairly good at picking up on particular emotions, but the recent air surrounding Eustace and now Tifa… it was so difficult to understand.
She studies the other woman’s expression for a moment, frown deepening. ]
If… if this is something we shouldn’t talk about, it’s okay— [ She hesitates before taking a step forward, eyes darting between Tifa and the doorway.
no subject
She studies the other woman’s expression for a moment, frown deepening. ]
If… if this is something we shouldn’t talk about, it’s okay— [ She hesitates before taking a step forward, eyes darting between Tifa and the doorway.
How could one phase be so off putting!? ]
I was just curious… I’m sorry…!