Cerulean Cape hey-- i was doing just fine before i met you

When the shadow heard her name, she pulled away. Worry was written in her expression, and truthfully she did genuinely wonder if she had done something to displease him.
Is something wrong? She couldn't help asking, even after he tried to dismiss it. His tone had her a little concerned-- again, Engel was causing her uncertainty, and irritation flashed through her at the thought. Tine hated this; was he even worth it? But the tug of sentimentality, uncommon as it was becoming for the Messeda girl as she aged, was becoming more difficult to resist. Perhaps he was worth it, if only because she desired it so.