[ Her gaze snaps up to the tables. There are, in fact, more than a few tables with food on it, but that's beside the point. Her face softens a little more than she'd like it to, given the circumstance they've landed themselves in, the things they seem to have left behind ( and the things they gained, by coming here. What could it all mean ? ).
Still, she stands up. Looks around — the figure of Ardbert has never been flashy, but it is noticeable enough when it counts. It doesn't take her long before she's able to spot the giant axe poking above a bulk of the heads ( so many different people she's never seen before, some she barely could name— ), and begins to stroll over. ]
Well. [ Well. There's a small smile on her face when she stands in front of him, looking up to account for the height; not that she's never let that bother her. ] I think you may be a sight for sore eyes, darling.
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Still, she stands up. Looks around — the figure of Ardbert has never been flashy, but it is noticeable enough when it counts. It doesn't take her long before she's able to spot the giant axe poking above a bulk of the heads ( so many different people she's never seen before, some she barely could name— ), and begins to stroll over. ]
Well. [ Well. There's a small smile on her face when she stands in front of him, looking up to account for the height; not that she's never let that bother her. ] I think you may be a sight for sore eyes, darling.