[ That hadn't been her intention, to dampen the mood (from an already sorrowful topic). She sets her finished cup down, stepping forward and looking up at him with light in her eyes. She only smiles at him.
The arms crossed, that expression... It's like it's been truly a long while since he's been denied anything. It's almost as if he's-- ]
[ She reminds him of the first Oracle then—touched by divinity, yet so ordinary in spite of her extraordinary background. Truly, she reminds him of a mortal more than anything else when she gets like this. Somnus unfolds his arms.
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The arms crossed, that expression... It's like it's been truly a long while since he's been denied anything. It's almost as if he's-- ]
...Your Majesty. Pouting is unbecoming.
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It's time that he left. ]
I thank you for the drink.
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And I... thank you for your time.