Her surprise is palpable, written all over her expression as she looks up at him. Not only did she not see him there, but the tone in his voice is so very different to the tone he used the last time they met. She offers him a smile, something somewhere between embarrassment, apology, and greeting.
"I'm sorry. I guess I got my hopes up again. This place is... a lot like something from my home."
Rinoa glances across at the feather still drifting amongst the petals, and pulls a face.
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Her surprise is palpable, written all over her expression as she looks up at him. Not only did she not see him there, but the tone in his voice is so very different to the tone he used the last time they met. She offers him a smile, something somewhere between embarrassment, apology, and greeting.
"I'm sorry. I guess I got my hopes up again. This place is... a lot like something from my home."
Rinoa glances across at the feather still drifting amongst the petals, and pulls a face.
"But something's missing, I guess."