Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?
Are you death or paradise?
Her next smile is more genuine, fueled by his mental wellbeing. It's sharp enough to cut away the other worries, stripping away the burden as easily as spiderwebs on her conscious. "Good." She sheaths her daggers, sealing the tomb on her emotions and letting the moment of weakness end along with it.
Despite whatever's going on with her, Asta has become an anchor, someone for her to lean on, so when he offers his arm, she takes it, gripping it tight like a lifeline. Chuckling, she moves into step next to him, a playful gleam in her eyes. "Oh? So you're finally accepting it?" Perhaps she'll be less considerate around the topic from now on, adding it to her growing list of things to tease him about.
For now, she knows he took a few hits, and she can only imagine how his old body might be handling it. Thal leans casually into his taller form, her grin crooked with humor. "You're welcome to sleep in my cabin during the trip. The crew won't bother you there." Not that he'd be comfortable per se, but at least he might not collapse from exhaustion when they make it to Jack Tar.
Despite whatever's going on with her, Asta has become an anchor, someone for her to lean on, so when he offers his arm, she takes it, gripping it tight like a lifeline. Chuckling, she moves into step next to him, a playful gleam in her eyes. "Oh? So you're finally accepting it?" Perhaps she'll be less considerate around the topic from now on, adding it to her growing list of things to tease him about.
For now, she knows he took a few hits, and she can only imagine how his old body might be handling it. Thal leans casually into his taller form, her grin crooked with humor. "You're welcome to sleep in my cabin during the trip. The crew won't bother you there." Not that he'd be comfortable per se, but at least he might not collapse from exhaustion when they make it to Jack Tar.
Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die
There's just no time to die
Thalassa
