Duskfire Glacier jimmy, you should switch it up

it wouldn't make you... uncomfortable? lousine offered. her head tilted. it was a sweet gesture, allowing such a thing in the space of someone who didn't even believe. but the last thing she wanted was to force it. one must choose this path.

you don't have to believe, her gaze turned back to her creation, the fragile little thing, and she leaned forward to fix an out of place stick. but i can tell you that they see a good soul in you. a strong mind and heart. and that they love you, like they love all of their little stars.

she stood up suddenly, padding closer in order to brush her flank against faust's. and that they clearly think we are destined for one another.