[ At first she thinks he has some sort of restaurant or cafe in mind, but instead he leads her towards the residential distract. Has she ever been to where he lives before? No, but that makes it all the more exciting. ]
Um, Noct. [ Her tone is one he's heard before: that of her having a question. After a beat or two passes, she voices the lingering intention: ] I have a question.
[ Knowing that he'll allow her to speak, she does. ]
What we did... just now. Was it helpf-- it's... not hurting you, is it?
[A fair question, considering everything they just talked about. He only wishes he had a better answer for her.]
I don't know, [is instead the truth he can offer.] I don't... think so, though. Talking to the ring isn't the same as using its magic, and even if it was it's small enough that I don't feel it.
[And Somnus wouldn't tell him to try it if it was harmful, right? ...Probably.]
Either way, I don't think it's a good reason to back off. You've helped me a lot, and I'm learning stuff I never thought would be possible- that's worth the risk.
[ Since they're holding hands as they walk, he might just feel her grip relax some. It seems a tension had been there up until she received this answer, and not without a good reason. If her helping him with this training would hurt him in any way...
She would still do it, since this is what he wants. His answer only brings relief to her. Nodding to his last words in agreement, she considers those who are still within the ring, recalling how eager the power-- no, they had been to reach out to Noctis. They all must have been trying to speak to him at once, hence the noise. She, too, thinks it is worth it for all of those souls to be heard.
[The easing tension is palpable, and he feels a little better for it, some of the worry in his own posture settling in response. The last thing he wants is to worry her enough that they stop training, and all his tiptoed progress goes right out the window.
He halts when she does, glancing over his shoulder at her.]
[His immediate expression makes it apparent that he's not thrilled with this request, and for a long moment he looks like he might refuse. Pyra usually has a reason for asking for the things she does, though, and she more often than not seems to know what she's doing, so... reluctantly he pulls the chain out from around his neck again, holding it as directed with the links curled around his fingers to keep it from falling.]
[ Step one, complete. That he's complying already earns him a wider smile. Now onto step two-- ]
Now curl your fingers inward, like you're holding it within a loose fist. [ She'll wait for him to do so before moving onto the next instruction, this time mimicking him by making a loose fist with her own.
She also steps away from him, releasing her hand from his. Whatever she's trying to get him to do is apparently so important that (gasp) it's supersedes contact! ] Then... bring this hand with your ring to your chest, and with the other arm... overlay it. [ Which basically makes a loose "X" over his chest with his arms. ] And... just hold it there.
[Stiiiiill not a fan. But he follows her instructions anyway, until his arms are crossed over his chest, and he's looking at her with a quiet plea to please explain what the hell she's making him do, here.]
Yeah, that's about the level of seriousness he'd expected, and he sighs heavily, holding the posture for a couple of seconds to indulge her before dropping his arms back to his sides.]
Can I un-hug at least one of them? Not sure they all deserve it.
[ He must be joking with that not all of them deserve it comment. He must be. She's going to choose to believe that, because obviously, everyone in his family should be hugged.
Aaand she'll also go right back to holding his hand when he's ready. ]
[He's not joking, but she doesn't have to know that. She does get a slightly sardonic half-smile though as he puts the ring-necklace on and accepts her hand, starting them back down the path to his home once more.]
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Um, Noct. [ Her tone is one he's heard before: that of her having a question. After a beat or two passes, she voices the lingering intention: ] I have a question.
[ Knowing that he'll allow her to speak, she does. ]
What we did... just now. Was it helpf-- it's... not hurting you, is it?
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I don't know, [is instead the truth he can offer.] I don't... think so, though. Talking to the ring isn't the same as using its magic, and even if it was it's small enough that I don't feel it.
[And Somnus wouldn't tell him to try it if it was harmful, right? ...Probably.]
Either way, I don't think it's a good reason to back off. You've helped me a lot, and I'm learning stuff I never thought would be possible- that's worth the risk.
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She would still do it, since this is what he wants. His answer only brings relief to her. Nodding to his last words in agreement, she considers those who are still within the ring, recalling how eager the power-- no, they had been to reach out to Noctis. They all must have been trying to speak to him at once, hence the noise. She, too, thinks it is worth it for all of those souls to be heard.
.... ]
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In that case, there's one more part of this training session you have to do before we reward ourselves with cake.
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He halts when she does, glancing over his shoulder at her.]
What's that?
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[ She quickly clarifies. ]
To hold it in your palm, not to wear it.
[ If he can do that much, she'll be happy. But this is only the first step to... whatever it is that she's planning. ]
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Okay...?
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Now curl your fingers inward, like you're holding it within a loose fist. [ She'll wait for him to do so before moving onto the next instruction, this time mimicking him by making a loose fist with her own.
She also steps away from him, releasing her hand from his. Whatever she's trying to get him to do is apparently so important that (gasp) it's supersedes contact! ] Then... bring this hand with your ring to your chest, and with the other arm... overlay it. [ Which basically makes a loose "X" over his chest with his arms. ] And... just hold it there.
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She beams. ]
And that is how you give over a hundred of your family members a hug all at once!
[ Got 'im. ]
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Yeah, that's about the level of seriousness he'd expected, and he sighs heavily, holding the posture for a couple of seconds to indulge her before dropping his arms back to his sides.]
Can I un-hug at least one of them? Not sure they all deserve it.
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[ He must be joking with that not all of them deserve it comment. He must be. She's going to choose to believe that, because obviously, everyone in his family should be hugged.
Aaand she'll also go right back to holding his hand when he's ready. ]
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