I assume making you cold was meant to be impetus for you to...share someone else's body heat.
['And it worked,' he doesn't add.
Then she says that about Sylvain and his eyes flick to her face briefly, to see whether she might still be making fun of him. Does she know? Did the Felix in her Fodlan--ugh, never mind, who cares? He is himself, not some other Felix.]
'Antics,' pff. That's one way to put it, I suppose.
[It's the kind of word Ingrid would use, if she were here...would Ingrid be happy for them? Would she be surprised, or would she put on that know-it-all look she has and say 'it's about time' or something like that? He didn't really think he'd miss her, but he sort of does. Hmm.]
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[Ah. Well, this is awkward.]
I assume making you cold was meant to be impetus for you to...share someone else's body heat.
['And it worked,' he doesn't add.
Then she says that about Sylvain and his eyes flick to her face briefly, to see whether she might still be making fun of him. Does she know? Did the Felix in her Fodlan--ugh, never mind, who cares? He is himself, not some other Felix.]
'Antics,' pff. That's one way to put it, I suppose.
[It's the kind of word Ingrid would use, if she were here...would Ingrid be happy for them? Would she be surprised, or would she put on that know-it-all look she has and say 'it's about time' or something like that? He didn't really think he'd miss her, but he sort of does. Hmm.]