[It is a good thing that he clarifies. Of all of the ways Nepione would describe it, being 'glad' for it, is probably not one of them. But there is a part of her that realises if it was not them, it would be others in their place. Maybe it is defeatist thinking, but she'd rather it be her than others.
Her head tilts as she listens to his explanation, deciding that his feelings are valid. Not that she imagines they could have been anything but.]
I do like thinking my companionship is vastly superior to that of a bugbear.
[The tiefling is capable of issuing just a touch of humour, the corners of her mouth lifting. Although it is somewhat softened by the way he brings them right back to how they got to the present moment in the first place. Are her concerns assuaged at all? She's not certain. Fear still lingers in the deepest pits of her, though they are less to do with her and certainly more to do with Ara and the others.
Instead of providing him with immediate response, she simply turns his words over with a gentle consideration. Her smile lessens into something a bit more sweet. Appreciative. Perhaps a touch wistful.]
Perhaps I see clarity in a way I didn't expect. [Nepione admits quietly.] How that will impact me tomorrow morning, in the days to come, I don't know just yet. But this has been nice. Too many of these nights I spend in my own head. It was nice to spend a little time in yours instead.
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Her head tilts as she listens to his explanation, deciding that his feelings are valid. Not that she imagines they could have been anything but.]
I do like thinking my companionship is vastly superior to that of a bugbear.
[The tiefling is capable of issuing just a touch of humour, the corners of her mouth lifting. Although it is somewhat softened by the way he brings them right back to how they got to the present moment in the first place. Are her concerns assuaged at all? She's not certain. Fear still lingers in the deepest pits of her, though they are less to do with her and certainly more to do with Ara and the others.
Instead of providing him with immediate response, she simply turns his words over with a gentle consideration. Her smile lessens into something a bit more sweet. Appreciative. Perhaps a touch wistful.]
Perhaps I see clarity in a way I didn't expect. [Nepione admits quietly.] How that will impact me tomorrow morning, in the days to come, I don't know just yet. But this has been nice. Too many of these nights I spend in my own head. It was nice to spend a little time in yours instead.