[Luke's not the only one awake this late at night. Perona had been keeping a far distance from home all day, but the rain drove her back, and she'd watched it from after dinner until this point, when it stopped just an hour or so ago. She's at the window, actually, unable to sleep with all the thoughts and strange feelings still buzzing in her head. Memories, thoughts, and feelings from when she was a child in Luceti, being tended by...someone she cared for, yes, but not to the degree her child self...desired? Was it even that? Desire? Bah, she doesn't know, and shakes her head to focus on a response.
Poor boy, he sounds like her right now, unable to sleep because of a clouded mind. Maybe talking, and not thinking, is what she needs right now, too. She glances out the window, eyes following a drop of water as it slides down the glass.]
...I'm not sure I'm much in the mood for talking, but will a song be alright?
[Action]
Poor boy, he sounds like her right now, unable to sleep because of a clouded mind. Maybe talking, and not thinking, is what she needs right now, too. She glances out the window, eyes following a drop of water as it slides down the glass.]
...I'm not sure I'm much in the mood for talking, but will a song be alright?