[Okay, well. His honesty gets a surprised look out of her--one which melds into a light smile. She doesn't really seem to mind it; conflict is conflict, and it's part of the world.
More than anything, she just appreciates that he isn't trying to hide it. So she leaves it at that, aside from her smile, and instead focuses on their way forward.
Their surroundings grow darker and grimmer, and Altria considers this with a frown.]
Looks like we can't just keep going straight... but the path bends around this way.
[So, around the corner they go, roots and twisted vines snagging at their shoes and clothes. There are statues here, looming at them from through the vines, but they're so thoroughly covered that Altria doesn't seem to have noticed the (fake) eyes on them yet.]
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More than anything, she just appreciates that he isn't trying to hide it. So she leaves it at that, aside from her smile, and instead focuses on their way forward.
Their surroundings grow darker and grimmer, and Altria considers this with a frown.]
Looks like we can't just keep going straight... but the path bends around this way.
[So, around the corner they go, roots and twisted vines snagging at their shoes and clothes. There are statues here, looming at them from through the vines, but they're so thoroughly covered that Altria doesn't seem to have noticed the (fake) eyes on them yet.]