Delphine
Delphine exited the library with a new handful of books, smiling brightly when she heard her name. It doesn't sound insincere, nor does her smile seems fake, judging by how quickly she moved to him. She did spare a glance for the cat, furrowing her brow briefly, before her attention returned to him, and she began to talk excitedly about the books she had found.
"Noah, this library's amazing. There's so much knowledge in one place and, just..." The library back home had never grown quite this large. She drifted off, studying him.
"Are you... mad at me?" She raised the books against her chest like they'd protect her from making Noah angry, not that she feared the man, but she hated confrontation--hated disappointing people she cared about. She hated the feeling of not knowing how to protect herself until she knew what she'd done.
But the way he was standing, and really, the way he had said her name, indicated anger or sadness; she had not yet learned to perfectly pick those two emotions out.
"Noah, this library's amazing. There's so much knowledge in one place and, just..." The library back home had never grown quite this large. She drifted off, studying him.
"Are you... mad at me?" She raised the books against her chest like they'd protect her from making Noah angry, not that she feared the man, but she hated confrontation--hated disappointing people she cared about. She hated the feeling of not knowing how to protect herself until she knew what she'd done.
But the way he was standing, and really, the way he had said her name, indicated anger or sadness; she had not yet learned to perfectly pick those two emotions out.
Let me make you smile, darling.
