She wasn't sure if Zelda was being pouty or if she was just bored (the latter seemed more likely, as they were just idly waiting for dinner to be served), but the other's girl's tone was indecisive and that was decidedly a not-very-Zelda way to speak. Being a mediwitch meant being perceptive and learning to read people's needs, but physical needs were much easier to figure out than emotional needs. As such, Dionisia would proceed with caution.
"Why do you ask?" she prompted, resting her cheek against the bed cover so she could look up at Zelda's face from an (arguably silly) angle. "Have you fallen in love with something — someone — besides your job? You're not usually the sort to talk about men," Despite her teasing, she tried her best to speak with sensitivity.
"Why do you ask?" she prompted, resting her cheek against the bed cover so she could look up at Zelda's face from an (arguably silly) angle. "Have you fallen in love with something — someone — besides your job? You're not usually the sort to talk about men," Despite her teasing, she tried her best to speak with sensitivity.
