[ ... He'd remembered. A talk from long ago, about dancing and storytelling. It's enough to catch her by surprise, so much that again, it takes some time to answer.
It might just be a whim of his. Maybe he doesn't remember.
But no, Childe is too sharp for that. If there's something he wants from her presence, she likely won't learn of it until she sees him for herself.
Primrose gazes in the mirror, at the young woman with her hair tumbling down her back, clad in a dress that she'd worn as a noble. It... still seems out of place, after everything she's been through. Like she's trying to slip back into a role she's long since grown out of and the fit is now far too uncomfortable.
And with a sigh, she reaches for a hair tie. ]
If you'll act as my escort, I suppose I can set some time aside for you.
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It might just be a whim of his. Maybe he doesn't remember.
But no, Childe is too sharp for that. If there's something he wants from her presence, she likely won't learn of it until she sees him for herself.
Primrose gazes in the mirror, at the young woman with her hair tumbling down her back, clad in a dress that she'd worn as a noble. It... still seems out of place, after everything she's been through. Like she's trying to slip back into a role she's long since grown out of and the fit is now far too uncomfortable.
And with a sigh, she reaches for a hair tie. ]
If you'll act as my escort, I suppose I can set some time aside for you.