"...Ah. I see," Lucian nods, although his ears flickered downwards for a moment. Truthfully, he'd hoped that he could gift her favourite flowers to her later on, partially as his gratitude for the part she plays in bringing Miss Christine back to his side, and he, admittedly, felt a little disappointed that they did not grow around here. Still, he understood, and he agreed that it was, perhaps, for the best. "They suit you."
He still told the Trader that, and perhaps there was the ghost of a smile touching his lips, softening his otherwise stoic, glum countenance for a moment. He had no memory of her, as he barely recalls anything about his previous life here in the Grove (if at all), but something urges him to treat both Ydalir and Heimr with compassion, not fear or merely respect.
...She almost felt like an aunt, in a way.
"Thank you. Then, I shall take my leave."
With one last nod - unaware that the fleeting phantom of a smile renders his resemblance to the woman in the photo into an eerie perfection - Phantom turned around and left with the bouquet of flowers.
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He still told the Trader that, and perhaps there was the ghost of a smile touching his lips, softening his otherwise stoic, glum countenance for a moment. He had no memory of her, as he barely recalls anything about his previous life here in the Grove (if at all), but something urges him to treat both Ydalir and Heimr with compassion, not fear or merely respect.
...She almost felt like an aunt, in a way.
"Thank you. Then, I shall take my leave."
With one last nod - unaware that the fleeting phantom of a smile renders his resemblance to the woman in the photo into an eerie perfection - Phantom turned around and left with the bouquet of flowers.