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“Hmm… How bothersome…”
“What’s wrong, El?”
“Oh! My light… Don’t sneak up on me like that; you nearly scared the life from me. You’re even quieter than before, you know, now that we’ve no stone floors.”
“Sorry…”
“Oh, there’s no need to pout, now. It’s quite alright. Anyway. I was just hoping to draw while looking up at the moon, but it’s rather overcast out there at the moment. I can hardly see past all the clouds.”
“Hmm… Could you cast Luna in your hand?”
“Luna? Hm. A substitute reference… Well, that’s certainly not the worst idea, though I haven’t tried it for quite some time now. Let’s see, here…”
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“I…I can’t seem to do it, for some reason. I—hold on…yes, see? I can still cast Fire, but as for Luna…”
“How odd. It’s okay, El, you did your best. And you’re still excellent at everything else.”
“Oh, stop it, Byleth, you flatterer, you. You know that’s not true.”
“It is, though. Anyway, it’s good that you can still cast Fire. And Heal. Those are the useful ones; we don’t need spells like Luna anymore. And, the moon will be out again before long too.”
“…I suppose you’re right. It certainly is odd, though.”
“…Oh! Draw me instead. I’ll stand riiight…here. Like this! And, oh—even better. I’ll just—”
“Aah, Byleth! You do not need to be nude every single time I draw you, or we’ll never have anything to put in frames! We can’t have the others visiting with pictures of your—your behind strewn all over the place!”
“…You like it, though.”
“Ah—I…”
“Don’t you, El?”
“…Ugh. Right you are, as always. I’ll never understand why you take such joy from tormenting me so. Ah, ah! Hush, now; models don’t talk.”
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“…Cute.”
“Byleth!”