[Amelia's grief shows on her face despite her best efforts, but Estinien has the grace to remain silent, instead choosing to glance towards where she stood but a moment ago. There, on the metal pathway overlooking the sickly sky that surrounds them, is a small, stuffed moogle. If he had seen something like that while still on their quest to end Isghard's eternal war, he would have brushed it off as pointless, as something ridiculous and childish and not worth their time at all.]
...she would have liked that.
[He speaks quietly, his voice not as gruff as it once was. Not one for words, he walks away, allowing her some privacy if she wants it. However, if she'd prefer his company, he shall not be leaving soon. He stops and kneels by Amelia's present, placing the bouquet of lilies gently against the toy, and closes his eyes in silent prayer.]
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...she would have liked that.
[He speaks quietly, his voice not as gruff as it once was. Not one for words, he walks away, allowing her some privacy if she wants it. However, if she'd prefer his company, he shall not be leaving soon. He stops and kneels by Amelia's present, placing the bouquet of lilies gently against the toy, and closes his eyes in silent prayer.]