SHE KNEW HOW THE OTHER FELT? without one saying so much to the other. somehow that feels... off, as if it were not so simple. but who was she to say such a thing? after all, she had eroded away with time itself, dulled to her own emotions beyond the few, little things that leapt joy into her heart. it was a tragic irony that a divinity of romance would be more attuned to another's feelings than her own.
until hysilens' next words, that isδΈ
β You think? β it was a potent question, repeating those very same words as she lifts a finger to her lips in thought. β Though you say you are sure, it seems my query has brought about some kind of questioning of your own... β which had not been what she intended in the slightest, though perhaps it might be for the better, lest they hang in the balance without so much of a second thought.
β Another question, then. How is it that you seem certain she knows? From how it is she behaves, it feels... β as if she doesn't? should she even say that? for now, she leaves it to the wayside, wanting to hear hysilens' answer first and foremost.