[ She sees Waltaquin slip away and something clenches in her chest. Worry? Selfish relief? A little spark of furious, wistful recognition? Even she doesn't know anymore. She hadn't managed to sort through the mess of her emotions the day before, pushing them down down down to be dealt with... when? After they leave, if that's even possible? She thought it would be alright. But then Lacus had said that Merlin needs this from them, their cooperation and their friendship and it felt like something inside her simply broke.
She wants to cry. She wants to run away. But if she's here looking for Waltaquin then it's not that, right? It's still her keeping her promise to Merlin. Moving forward. Wait and hope. She's trying, she's trying, she's trying.
She sinks down to the sand next to Waltaquin with a crooked little smile. ]
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She wants to cry. She wants to run away. But if she's here looking for Waltaquin then it's not that, right? It's still her keeping her promise to Merlin. Moving forward. Wait and hope. She's trying, she's trying, she's trying.
She sinks down to the sand next to Waltaquin with a crooked little smile. ]
It's... a little awkward, isn't it?