[ She looks at him, blinking and perplexed as he raps the side of his fork atop of her head, lips parted in a silent question. That same look morphs into a surprised silence by the time he finishes speaking. ] I...
[ --No. No, she doesn't have a lot to say at that. What he's given her just is a flat out rejection of her self-blame, as if he sees through her words. He speaks to her directly, offering his opinion flatly and firmly-- fatherly?-- that the foundation he establishes is a hard wall, one that he's made to show he won't accept such a bad habit of hers, period.
Even if she does feel bad for Era, and self-blame is hard to combat, still, this does... help. And she's stunned. ]
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[ --No. No, she doesn't have a lot to say at that. What he's given her just is a flat out rejection of her self-blame, as if he sees through her words. He speaks to her directly, offering his opinion flatly and firmly-- fatherly?-- that the foundation he establishes is a hard wall, one that he's made to show he won't accept such a bad habit of hers, period.
Even if she does feel bad for Era, and self-blame is hard to combat, still, this does... help. And she's stunned. ]
You say that... so certainly.