( Wrath tightens his hold on her hand as soon as their fingers twine together, as soon as he sees her suffering and knows he can do little else to ease it. His other hand drifts over her cheekbone so delicately, so briefly it is almost a whisper in and of itself of affection. He might hold on to her hand and look into her eyes without being able to say a word, thinking of all the words he might say if he had the freedom to do so, but they are interrupted.
He lifts his head from her if only to glance around his shoulder at the balcony behind him.
He can sense the feelings of embarrassment, shame, and worry even from here. Then there's this clattering sound and a loud, "Oof. No, I'm not here again, am I?" Emilia may not be able to quite hear it as well, but Wrath's senses pick it up with ease.
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He lifts his head from her if only to glance around his shoulder at the balcony behind him.
He can sense the feelings of embarrassment, shame, and worry even from here. Then there's this clattering sound and a loud, "Oof. No, I'm not here again, am I?" Emilia may not be able to quite hear it as well, but Wrath's senses pick it up with ease.
Wrath releases an annoyed breath. )
You've a visitor. ...again.