[ Aimed at Ardyn. It won't land, Aranea doesn't expect it to, but it makes her feel a tiny bit better - as tiredly (but sharply!) murmured as it is. He's put her in an unpleasant position, sure, but maybe it would be better to hear the details from her, as opposed to Ardyn. It was supposed to be Prompto, and part of her is assuredly angry about that - about what she perceives as deliberate, cowardly inaction; about the fact that he told her he would do something and then didn't.
Running a hand over her scalp, just brushing the edges of her buzzcut, Aranea draws herself up and doesn't hesitate. The words are a bit beyond her. She fears she won't soften it enough for it to be palatable; the wrong word could send the prince into a tailspin that will leave their truce dead and abandoned on the floor before it's even begun. ]
I wasn't there. [ That... that's important. She adds, cocking a thumb in Ardyn's direction. ] It was this guy. He stabbed her in the stomach on the altar. ...I guess she thought healin' you for the Covenant was more important than herself.
[ Ultimately, Aranea is blunt, partly because Ardyn's words have already put a price on softening it. He put all the power in honesty. She's helpless but to play into his sick little game.
All the same, her hands are tensed, ready to grab Noctis at a moment's notice. She's expecting an explosion. Hopefully he won't give her one. ]
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Shut up.
[ Aimed at Ardyn. It won't land, Aranea doesn't expect it to, but it makes her feel a tiny bit better - as tiredly (but sharply!) murmured as it is. He's put her in an unpleasant position, sure, but maybe it would be better to hear the details from her, as opposed to Ardyn. It was supposed to be Prompto, and part of her is assuredly angry about that - about what she perceives as deliberate, cowardly inaction; about the fact that he told her he would do something and then didn't.
Running a hand over her scalp, just brushing the edges of her buzzcut, Aranea draws herself up and doesn't hesitate. The words are a bit beyond her. She fears she won't soften it enough for it to be palatable; the wrong word could send the prince into a tailspin that will leave their truce dead and abandoned on the floor before it's even begun. ]
I wasn't there. [ That... that's important. She adds, cocking a thumb in Ardyn's direction. ] It was this guy. He stabbed her in the stomach on the altar. ...I guess she thought healin' you for the Covenant was more important than herself.
[ Ultimately, Aranea is blunt, partly because Ardyn's words have already put a price on softening it. He put all the power in honesty. She's helpless but to play into his sick little game.
All the same, her hands are tensed, ready to grab Noctis at a moment's notice. She's expecting an explosion. Hopefully he won't give her one. ]