She tensed when the fog began, looking for an enemy, trying to figure out where it was coming from. She almost summoned her Keyblade but stopped herself in time. She had promised herself she wouldn't use that anymore. Instead she summoned Firaga into her hand, confused when nothing attacked them. She kept the spell ready, listening as he spoke, but also standing beside the table, making small circles as she tried to find the foe.
She was about to speak, to tell him that she was glad that he could have a life here, but why she never could. Why her being here was dangerous. To him. But then the fog dissipated and...
Her spell faded in the face of the ice cream. Stupid, perhaps. But ice cream was always at the end of the missions. A sign that the danger was past, for the night. She never consciously made that connection, still hadn't, but... sea salt ice cream with a friend was safety. She sat back down, not wanting to argue while there was ice cream, but...
Oh! She reached into a pocket and pulled out everything she had there, setting it on the table. A few brightly coloured sea shells. And... three sticks from ice creams long gone. She lifted one and held it out, offering it to him.
no subject
She was about to speak, to tell him that she was glad that he could have a life here, but why she never could. Why her being here was dangerous. To him. But then the fog dissipated and...
Her spell faded in the face of the ice cream. Stupid, perhaps. But ice cream was always at the end of the missions. A sign that the danger was past, for the night. She never consciously made that connection, still hadn't, but... sea salt ice cream with a friend was safety. She sat back down, not wanting to argue while there was ice cream, but...
Oh! She reached into a pocket and pulled out everything she had there, setting it on the table. A few brightly coloured sea shells. And... three sticks from ice creams long gone. She lifted one and held it out, offering it to him.