[Communication issues all around. But she has the chance to speak up. He has the right to know. She takes a small breath and gathers up everything she has.]

It is more of a feeling that is hard to put in words. At first, I had thought it an instinct or something that anyone would do. Would it not be normal to show some type of kindness even not prompted or asked? And yet for some reason...I enjoyed your company. Every single chat or discussion we had I found myself enjoying and looking forward to more. Was that what friends did after all?

[And a new sensation comes through the Bond: warmth.]

And then the masquerade happened and...it grew.

[She wasn't expecting his confession. Nor did she expect them to share something so intimate. If anything, all her adventures and comrades should have made her repulsed by his act. And yet she stayed. Even more, she moved more towards him with asking to Bond. Her first thought while it did go to her roommates, went to him. She went to him first.

And that warmth grew...almost comforting. But that was impossible, right? There was no way that a Warrior of Light felt fine with a mortal enemy in the same room, right? Her head tilts downwards because even with that, the hurt remains...of what she did to him.]

I did something that perhaps is considered wrong by my comrades and maybe the world in general...I find myself...

[Deep breaths. In and out.]

...I find myself caring for someone who is supposed to be my enemy.

[Her head is not down in shame, oh no. It's because she's afraid to show him what expression is on her face. Or rather, the beginnings of tears forming from her eyes.]