Seeing Leonel's reaction, Aina didn't know how to react herself for a long while. The level of worry in his gaze, even for something that had long since passed, left her feeling at a loss.
"I… It's wasn't a big deal, I'm here, aren't I?"
Leonel frowned at this response, he could sense Aina pulling away. Such a scene made him sigh and release his grip on her.
"Where is Lancelot? Did you not find him?"
Leonel changed the topic, but this left Aina at even more of a loss.
Forcing things and reaching the end goal as quickly as possible always seemed like the path with the most satisfaction. A slow, long grind wasn't something most people wanted to deal with and it was even something that scared most away.
Though Leonel had spoken so many heartfelt words to Aina, they were ultimately words he had spoken himself. They weren't words that Aina had said, nor were they necessarily the way she, herself, felt.
