It's in her smile, even, the faint wistfulness and certainty of it. She can imagine how Arenvald must feel, and she knows how she herself felt and will feel. At once the sad conviction is replaced completely with all her usual fondness.]
A week, perhaps? Would it reflect poorly upon my confidence if I told you the first few days are rather mired in uncertainty?
[There are so many here from Eorzea. From Hydaelyn. She has to wonder. ...But she'll keep that wondering to herself, for now.]
It is a comfort beyond words to see so many familiar faces about.
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It's in her smile, even, the faint wistfulness and certainty of it. She can imagine how Arenvald must feel, and she knows how she herself felt and will feel. At once the sad conviction is replaced completely with all her usual fondness.]
A week, perhaps? Would it reflect poorly upon my confidence if I told you the first few days are rather mired in uncertainty?
[There are so many here from Eorzea. From Hydaelyn. She has to wonder. ...But she'll keep that wondering to herself, for now.]
It is a comfort beyond words to see so many familiar faces about.