[ His words bring about a long, thoughtful pause on her end, her gaze remaining steadfast on the drink in her hands, smoothing her slender, delicate fingers idly against the glass.
He's right. Everything is different, now. There is no Inazuma, no Yashiro Commission. No expectations to uphold, or appearances to keep. The entire experience of her arrival has been so jarring, and - truth to tell - overwhelming.
At length, she finally holds the drink up to painted lips, and takes a sip. It's... Surprisingly sweet. She's never had a drink like this, before. ]
...It's bitter, just as I would have expected, but... sweet, too.
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He's right. Everything is different, now. There is no Inazuma, no Yashiro Commission. No expectations to uphold, or appearances to keep. The entire experience of her arrival has been so jarring, and - truth to tell - overwhelming.
At length, she finally holds the drink up to painted lips, and takes a sip. It's... Surprisingly sweet. She's never had a drink like this, before. ]
...It's bitter, just as I would have expected, but... sweet, too.
[ With a small smile, she looks up at Thoma. ]
Then, shall we make our way back?