A small pause, then, as she takes in her newest companion.
"And what sort of tales might those be?"
Under different circumstances, curiosity alone would have led Emilia to this line of questioning. The gift of storytelling had been something precious to a child living in fear of those who hunted. Later on, it would become the safer indulgence to a young woman who hid by necessity, but longed for the sorts of experiences she would find in the pages of those books.
Now her curiosity is more focused and calculative, paired with a similar task in mind as his own. She seeks a connection, something that might explain why they have been chosen with little choice in the matter itself.
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"And what sort of tales might those be?"
Under different circumstances, curiosity alone would have led Emilia to this line of questioning. The gift of storytelling had been something precious to a child living in fear of those who hunted. Later on, it would become the safer indulgence to a young woman who hid by necessity, but longed for the sorts of experiences she would find in the pages of those books.
Now her curiosity is more focused and calculative, paired with a similar task in mind as his own. She seeks a connection, something that might explain why they have been chosen with little choice in the matter itself.