A loud gurgle broke the heavy silence that had fallen between them after the tale of ancient love lost in tragedy. The reborn cultivator's still dull eyes widened, flashing with some slight emotion as she placed a hand over her *traitor* of a stomach.
'The mood wasn't excellent, but there wasn't a reason to kill it like this!'
The swordswoman couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. Her fingers circled the small girl's stomach and the pat at it a few times. The tension from their previous conversation was lifted and the teenager was quite thankful for that… as she wasn't sure what to say or do to make the girl feel better besides just keep holding on.
"It seems like talking about your past always does this? It's also getting late, so I think that's a sign that we should get you home."
