For a moment, Lucrecia simply gave him a scrutinized look as though she had implied down on the ground below in her sleep-deprived state. Yet she does not protest further, a small embarrassed smile briefly flashing across her lips as he leapt down. It was a small relief to have solid ground under her feet again, much as she may have secretly liked being carried. A relief that faded as quickly as her smile, for she wasn't sure. Her feet had guided her to Vincent in a moment of need for someone who would not judge her as harshly, nor could she let the younger Heroes she'd tried to watch over know more beyond what Barret had spat out between slurs she would not repeat in civilized discussion.
"...I don't know," she admitted, withdrawing a little within herself. "I had wanted to speak with you before returning to the observatory, but-"
Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to when the faces of the dead were friends of several of the other Heroes residing there.
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Date: 2016-02-24 08:17 pm (UTC)"...I don't know," she admitted, withdrawing a little within herself. "I had wanted to speak with you before returning to the observatory, but-"
Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to when the faces of the dead were friends of several of the other Heroes residing there.