Surprisingly, Erik's words seemed to have only reassured Eira, who quickly lost her worried expression, to be replaced with a bright smile. "Oh, but I don't mind!" she exclaimed happily. "My home is your home!"
Despite her chipper attitude, her words had the clear undertone of someone who had been alone for far too long.
Erik chuckled, albeit a little sadly, as he couldn't figure out if Eira really was this immature and naive, or if it was all an act so he would lower his guard.
Seeing his reaction made doubt return to Eira's expression, while she anxiously poked her fingers together. "W— What's wrong? I— I thought you liked me," she stammered.
She'd been alone for so long as she waited for the harbinger's arrival, and now that he was here, he was… rejecting her? Rejecting the home she had been keeping safe all this time?
Small tears began to appear in the corners of her eyes as she was on the verge of crying.
