Seraphine can only gape down at Eric, flabbergasted.
He can actually talk properly, though she is not really complaining at how he keeps stammering the whole time. She understands that his weak state must have something to do with his speech, but it seems like he has recovered enough now. He even went ahead and said something so out of place.
"What's that? Are you trying to imagine how I look?" Seraphine deadpanned, already immune to this kind of compliment.
"I hope I can see you," Eric muttered with a sullen tone, earning her downcast and sympathetic gaze.
"Well… Forget about seeing me. Don't you want to just… you know, see for real? Be rid of your blindness and all?"
"For this moment, I do. Otherwise, being blind or not doesn't really matter. The world will still be dark even if I can see."
That does it.
