[ At her workbench, she sets down the small engine she had been idly working upon, her eyes flitting to the communicator as it flashes with the arrival of a new message. She reads it over once, twice, and then sets the device down before picking it up again.
She's sorry that he's not there with his child. ]
Trust, love acceptance. I learned from Prompto that that makes a family, right?
[ It's not a deflection. She's only gathering her thoughts, seeing what he says in response first. ]
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She's sorry that he's not there with his child. ]
Trust, love acceptance. I learned from Prompto that that makes a family, right?
[ It's not a deflection. She's only gathering her thoughts, seeing what he says in response first. ]