[ The clatter causes her eyebrows to lift slightly in surprise, though it’s also followed with a smile that’s very slight. In her way, it’s warm and fond, because it’s the sort of thing that she’d come to expect, and is something that makes it more real that she’s going to reunite with a dear friend. Though it does come a bit more quickly than she anticipates.
When he yanks the door open, that soft smile is on its way out, but he can still catch the barest glimpse before it slips back to her much more serious default.
She stands as she always has, much shorter than Bedivere, but full of the regal presence that makes her seem much more. She’s not wearing her armor, since she’s been here in Chaldea long enough to not feel it necessary (and besides, an advantage of being a Servant was being able to materialize it in an instant). Inwardly, his quickness to right whatever he’d knocked over surprises her, but it doesn’t show on her face now. After a slight pause for that surprise, she just closes her eyes briefly to give Bedivere a small, respectful nod. It’s familiar, since she doesn’t quite know where to start beyond that. ]
It is good to see you, Sir Bedivere. I apologize for not stopping by sooner to welcome you to Chaldea.
[ Though it hasn’t really been that long. A day, perhaps. Still, that’s what it took for her to figure out how to approach reintroducing herself. Social graces were never her strong suit, so it took a day to come up with a simple suggestion: ]
It is near dinner time. Would you care to join me?
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Date: 2019-04-17 09:28 am (UTC)When he yanks the door open, that soft smile is on its way out, but he can still catch the barest glimpse before it slips back to her much more serious default.
She stands as she always has, much shorter than Bedivere, but full of the regal presence that makes her seem much more. She’s not wearing her armor, since she’s been here in Chaldea long enough to not feel it necessary (and besides, an advantage of being a Servant was being able to materialize it in an instant). Inwardly, his quickness to right whatever he’d knocked over surprises her, but it doesn’t show on her face now. After a slight pause for that surprise, she just closes her eyes briefly to give Bedivere a small, respectful nod. It’s familiar, since she doesn’t quite know where to start beyond that. ]
It is good to see you, Sir Bedivere. I apologize for not stopping by sooner to welcome you to Chaldea.
[ Though it hasn’t really been that long. A day, perhaps. Still, that’s what it took for her to figure out how to approach reintroducing herself. Social graces were never her strong suit, so it took a day to come up with a simple suggestion: ]
It is near dinner time. Would you care to join me?