[ dead siren bits do tend to spoil the hot springs. :(
and alisaie is much in agreement. this experience has been harrowing enough for one day, and she is more than looking forward to some time alone to reflect, and maybe sneak in a good, frustrated cry once no one is around to see it. for now she follows balthier's lead. ]
Did you.. see someone in it, as well?
[ she asks, while climbing from the water's edge, and momentarily catching herself, because what she's asking is quite personal, isn't it? she only remembers her manners after the fact. ]
[His answer is direct and almost immediate, though he shakes his head in response as he neglects to give any names or state their relation to him, pulling himself out of the water with less grace than he would like.
Soaked-through leather is, truly, miserable. He needs to stop finding himself submerged while fully dressed— it's been an unintentional but thoroughly unpleasant theme since his coming to Avalon. He tosses his impromptu stone sword aside, letting it fall heavily to the ground.]
One best left in this room, I think. Do you have any belongings we ought to collect before leaving?
[ fair enough, balthier. alisaie does not like to talk about painful things either. not only does it bring heartache, it makes her feel.. vulnerable, and weak, even if that seems ridiculous, even if she would not apply such feelings to others. but she never claimed not to be a hypocrite sometimes. ]
No.
[ and she's thankful for it, because turning back to those waters is the last thing she wants to do right now. ]
Thank you.. for helping me.
[ even though he, too, was seeing something difficult. ]
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and alisaie is much in agreement. this experience has been harrowing enough for one day, and she is more than looking forward to some time alone to reflect, and maybe sneak in a good, frustrated cry once no one is around to see it. for now she follows balthier's lead. ]
Did you.. see someone in it, as well?
[ she asks, while climbing from the water's edge, and momentarily catching herself, because what she's asking is quite personal, isn't it? she only remembers her manners after the fact. ]
You - need not answer if you prefer not to.
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[His answer is direct and almost immediate, though he shakes his head in response as he neglects to give any names or state their relation to him, pulling himself out of the water with less grace than he would like.
Soaked-through leather is, truly, miserable. He needs to stop finding himself submerged while fully dressed— it's been an unintentional but thoroughly unpleasant theme since his coming to Avalon. He tosses his impromptu stone sword aside, letting it fall heavily to the ground.]
One best left in this room, I think. Do you have any belongings we ought to collect before leaving?
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No.
[ and she's thankful for it, because turning back to those waters is the last thing she wants to do right now. ]
Thank you.. for helping me.
[ even though he, too, was seeing something difficult. ]
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[Having her to worry about had likely been his saving grace. Either way, they're in an excellent position to call it square.]
Now, to somewhere decidedly less humid. Hungry?
[Without further questioning, he offers her his arm. Let's go, small friend.]