He's working on the straps for her leg armor, will start working on her boots, and everything has just been done with the practiced hands of a soldier. She isn't the first person he's taken armor off of or stood still to be helped, himself, and it's entirely perfunctory on his part-- right up until it isn't.
He glances up at her, midway through a buckle, startled, when she kisses the top of his head and the motion draws his eyes up her body in a way that feels less like he's leering and more inevitable. Which is then that she learns that it's possible to make the Warrior of Light, Ender of the Dragonsong War, Savior of Eorzea blush in a soft spray across his cheeks, before he ducks his head again to continue his work on her leg armor and greaves.
"Ah... you're welcome," he doesn't seem nervous or uncomfortable, but she has very clearly thrown him a bit.
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Date: 2022-02-25 09:08 pm (UTC)He glances up at her, midway through a buckle, startled, when she kisses the top of his head and the motion draws his eyes up her body in a way that feels less like he's leering and more inevitable. Which is then that she learns that it's possible to make the Warrior of Light, Ender of the Dragonsong War, Savior of Eorzea blush in a soft spray across his cheeks, before he ducks his head again to continue his work on her leg armor and greaves.
"Ah... you're welcome," he doesn't seem nervous or uncomfortable, but she has very clearly thrown him a bit.