"Oh?" Her first reaction is to jerk back, startled, and only then to simply stand there, as if confused, "Ah."
She doesn't know what to do with her hands. This has never happened before, in all her memory. He's... not stabbing her, which is odd. He's not sprouting wings and carrying her off. There's no crunching armor sounds, no crushing pressure, no burning ice or lightning-flash of magic. No boiling fire. It's just... an embrace.
He probably can't even feel it, through layers of maile, leather, and plate, but slowly, slowly, Eva's back relaxes, her mind whirls and stills. Is this nice? She has no idea. What is she supposed to do with her hands???
"I hope I'll remember it," She says, with sincerity. He laughs, near her ear, and that's familiar at least. Everyone chuckles to themselves, in Lordran, "I'm Eva, of Astora. But I might forget that too, one day. The curse, you know."
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She doesn't know what to do with her hands. This has never happened before, in all her memory. He's... not stabbing her, which is odd. He's not sprouting wings and carrying her off. There's no crunching armor sounds, no crushing pressure, no burning ice or lightning-flash of magic. No boiling fire. It's just... an embrace.
He probably can't even feel it, through layers of maile, leather, and plate, but slowly, slowly, Eva's back relaxes, her mind whirls and stills. Is this nice? She has no idea. What is she supposed to do with her hands???
"I hope I'll remember it," She says, with sincerity. He laughs, near her ear, and that's familiar at least. Everyone chuckles to themselves, in Lordran, "I'm Eva, of Astora. But I might forget that too, one day. The curse, you know."