[She looks at her hands, clenched together in a vice grip, white from the pressure. Her heart feels heavy. The tears want to spill over, they threaten to as she takes a deep breath to compose herself.
Very carefully she lets her poor hands move till she has them once again folded neatly on her lap. It's then that she dares to look at Prompto.]
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Very carefully she lets her poor hands move till she has them once again folded neatly on her lap. It's then that she dares to look at Prompto.]
Was I successful? Did Noctis receive the ring?