[he wouldn't care if she were to lean—milla needs to try and relax a bit too. with pushing herself so hard despite having those injuries...

well, noct would honestly rather she did.]

Anything... strange? Not really. [he thinks back to when they talked, which outside of the previous night's meeting, had only been on monday.] Talked about naming animals after the other if one of us...

[you know, died.] But it wasn't serious or anything like that.

[he pauses, shifting his head slightly, just enough to actually look at her without drawing back from her comforts.] Why... did he say soomething weird to you?