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Suna didn't seem to mind Verena's inability to brighten the mood. That was great because she wasn't good at that even on a good day. There was a strange sense of comfort in that. Of course, that didn't mean she could constantly mope or complain, and she was careful with her words to not make it sound like she was trying to complain or whine, either. The Reinsberg tried her best to mix her own feelings with the simple facts that made up the situation, careful to not let her emotions dictate the latter.[break][break]

Then, Suna seemed to offer a quote in what Verena could only assume was taken from some sort of philosophy book. Possibly fiction, too, though she couldn't think of too many instances where someone would say that in fiction. But either way, she couldn't dispute the realism in the beginning. It was true--everyone had good and bad things about their lives. Some had nothing but misery in truth. Verena might have been born better off than others in terms of finances, but it wasn't as if her family was loaded. They lived comfortably.[break][break]

Still, Verena wasn't sure how she felt being compared to a flower. Weren't flowers pretty? She herself might have been appealing to some, but... not in the way she wanted. Not in the way she needed. And if they ever found out she was cursed, then perhaps not even then would she ever be found pretty. Not that she would blame anyone for wanting to avoid her. That was just how it the world was. She herself would find it difficult if she was to be completely honest.[break][break]

Still, the last bit didn't make complete sense to Verena. The beauty was fairly confident if she put a bit of thought into, she could make sense of it, but unfortunately she was just too tired to really use her brain at this point. She wasn't suited for any sort of physical labor despite her wishing otherwise. It was simply beyond her, and no amount of physical exercise would ever change that.[break][break]

Verena did take notice of Suna's eyes as she saw her enter the room. There was a hint of surprise, but nothing that indicated anything for her to be worried about. Well, not that she needed to. She just wasn't used to not wearing her coat; it maid her a little paranoid when her best defense at deterring unwanted attention was not present. She had just worked herself a bit too much, and the coat wasn't going to help her cool down.[break][break]

"...Erm... sorry, I hope you don't mind me not wearing my coat," Verena sheepishly admitted as she twirled one of her twin tails. "...I know this isn't exactly the most respectable of appearances, but it's impossibly comfortable... especially when riding on Gaia as often as I do..."[break][break]

It was ... conflicting to Verena. On one hand, the comfort could not be denied. It was the softest material she had, as well as the most durable when one considered how much she traveled around. On the other, it did too little in hiding her figure. She hoped Suna wouldn't judge her for that much. Admittedly, she was tempted to offer her elven friend the ability to touch it, but as close to body as it was, it might be a little awkward.[break][break]

...most importantly, there was still the fact she was cursed. She couldn't let anyone touch her, even if she was clothed. Nobody would want to. Still, if Suna did find it something to shame her for, she at least had proof of how comfortable it was... no, it was just better to take the shame on this.[break][break]

Suna asked if it was too hot, causing Verena to maintain her reddish hue. Yes, she definitely felt hot... was it from that book? No, not a chance. There was no way. "I just uhm... am not really suited for physical labor. I... tire quite easily," she said.[break][break]

...was that really all it was? This heat was different than a summer blaze--even if it wasn't summer. But she couldn't quite explain what made it so different. In any case, she just hoped that it would pass, and quickly.[break][break]

Suna wasn't a religious one, and that was fine. The crimson eyed beauty wasn't as religious as she used to be six years ago, either. If anything, her faith had been faltering for a number of years now. It wouldn't take a psychologist to figure out why though. It was crystal clear.[break][break]

Verena had taken a seat when told, pushing herself in. Suna was quick to get ready to eat, too, as she said a word of... actually, she didn't recognize that word. The brunette looked towards her friend in slight confusion. "Uh-uhm.. Idadakimahs?" she tried repeating.[break][break]

Nobody would ever accuse her of being bilingual.[break][break]

To her friend's frantic question, Verena shook her head. "Um... no, the only allergies I have are in spring. Thank you for asking." What a kind gesture. "As for dessert, I wouldn't even know. I tend not to eat dessert..."[break][break]

Verena began eating once given her portion. The smell itself was already amazing, but the actual taste was even better. She did all this with such simple ingredients? The Reinsberg had dinner often with other families before, and though she had some meals that were just as good, these were from experienced housewives, or from people who had these recipes passed down from generation to generation. Suna wasn't either of these things as far as she knew.[break][break]

Verena didn't eat too much, however. She ate her fill, and that was enough for her. She did at least finished her meal, however, albeit just barely. She likely finished even after Suna, well after.

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