[ Once again she's met with a strange combination of feelings. For one, there's the mixed anticipation and fear that comes with the movement behind her, the movement of the shared bedroll as Diluc turns to face her back.
For the other, of course, there's the irritation.
At him, again, rather than herself. (Which is something of a relief in its own way.)
Yes, he did say thatโ but didn't her words just now make her own feelings on the matter clear? He says he doesn't want to push anything, and yet at this rate he's going to force her to say it directlyโ
Now, he's deserving of the most serious vengeance she can possibly dream up.
It's for that reason that Eula is scowling when she turns to face him once more, the expression so intensely unimpressed that it's no doubt the first thing he'll notice about herโ although a marked second is the heightened color of her cheeks, the way her eyes refuse to quite meet his. ]
Surely I've already made my wants on the matter quite clear...
[ Her tone starts sharp, attempting angerโ by the end of it, she just sounds vulnerable, weak.
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For the other, of course, there's the irritation.
At him, again, rather than herself. (Which is something of a relief in its own way.)
Yes, he did say thatโ but didn't her words just now make her own feelings on the matter clear? He says he doesn't want to push anything, and yet at this rate he's going to force her to say it directlyโ
Now, he's deserving of the most serious vengeance she can possibly dream up.
It's for that reason that Eula is scowling when she turns to face him once more, the expression so intensely unimpressed that it's no doubt the first thing he'll notice about herโ although a marked second is the heightened color of her cheeks, the way her eyes refuse to quite meet his. ]
Surely I've already made my wants on the matter quite clear...
[ Her tone starts sharp, attempting angerโ by the end of it, she just sounds vulnerable, weak.
Ugh. ]