[Just like that, she's just a girl. Not a witch, not an adventurer, just a girl in a T-shirt and his roomy cargo pants. A kid like he could've been a year ago, when the Wall still stood and he barely dared dream of joining the Crownsguard, of being important to Noct like that. Like she must've been once, too, when she was learning how to drive.

His eyes start at her feet, then go up, past the long belt on his pants that hangs even longer off her hips, past that thin, thin T-shirt, up to her face once more.

She showed it to him, once. What it looks like underneath the magic. 'i thought it was because you don't think i'm pretty.']

It doesn't feel that way.

[He looks down at his hands. Then back up, tracing a line between her eyes.]

Like mooching. It... I've. Never been useful to anyone before. I mean--no one needs me. But I like to help. [He shuts his eyes, brows drawn, biting his lip.] I'm not saying this right at all, I keep messing it up. Do you like chowder?