( Emilia's not turned so cynical that she can't appreciate the joy of him. She was softer and full of light, once. She dreamed of things other than retribution and the memory of a darkened chamber she's never fully left. Now she can't imagine feeling something so unspoiled. )
I can help you better hide. I've had practice.
( Hiding. She squints a bit in her effort to better assess his surroundings. )
no subject
I can help you better hide. I've had practice.
( Hiding. She squints a bit in her effort to better assess his surroundings. )