"Sir Killia... I was wondering..." she suddenly stopped herself, as if overcome by an indiscernible emotion and deciding to switch what she had planned to say entirely, "y-you... you spend an awful lot of time drawing! You should hone such a skill and become a brilliant artist!"
The dragonewt had been alone, pondering his own thoughts for several minutes before the faint thuds of heels against the tiles began to inch closer. His eyes opened slowly in anticipation for the other’s arrival, the strong scent of perfume permeating the air as the distance closed. As he had concluded from the signs just moments before, it was Seraphina, who had come to engage in conversation. Such action was far from an uncommon trait in her regular behavior, but seldom was it for… complimenting him?
Killia’s ears perked up as he listened to her words, expecting to hear another odd request he was to undertake as her ‘servant’. She may had come to better terms with their alliance now more than ever, but she never hesitated to hide it. Drawing…? He hadn’t shown off his artistic expertise in what seemed to be ages… surely this was a decoy to reroute the exchange. “Thanks but… was that really what you came here to say Seraphina?”
