[Apollo's suddenly glad that there's no way for Pyyrha to see her face. Then, briefly, she puts her hand on the other's head. It's her non-dominant hand, the one with the PIP--since there was no way for her gauntlet to be on that hand.]
You waste such niceties on me.
[There might be fondness in those words, regardless.]
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You waste such niceties on me.
[There might be fondness in those words, regardless.]