[ She can hear Gentiana's voice somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, telling her to gather herself and to not allow Ardyn to win. Luna didn't care if the press saw them or what they might take away from her apparent stripping.
She calms enough to try and slide the sleeve back up her currently useless arm and into place, knowing she couldn't walk through the party with so much as a stitch out of place. Then, the rumors wouldn't be circulating the tabloids. Instead, there'd be a chance that Nyx could lose his position and her reputation would be smeared beyond repair - the Niflheim Empire stating the Oracle sabotaged the treaty on the even of its signing by having a tawdry affair with a Kingsglaive Soldier. ]
Whatever you think it may be will need to wait until after I've spoken with the King. I do not want to jump to a conclusion that may be unsubstantiated. [ And there's Gentiana again, soothing and steadying as though she was at her side - walking her through what she needed to do. It's a strong enough presence that Luna has to close her eyes for a moment to keep from crying as she borrows strength that isn't her own. She almost succeeds at keeping the tears at bay, one escaping when her eyes flutter open and she tries at moving her sleeve again. The pain is still crippling when she makes direct contact with the stain. ] I can't-- [ You are not alone echoes once more in her mind, eyes locking onto Nyx. ] Would you assist me? I cannot go back into the party with this exposed.
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She calms enough to try and slide the sleeve back up her currently useless arm and into place, knowing she couldn't walk through the party with so much as a stitch out of place. Then, the rumors wouldn't be circulating the tabloids. Instead, there'd be a chance that Nyx could lose his position and her reputation would be smeared beyond repair - the Niflheim Empire stating the Oracle sabotaged the treaty on the even of its signing by having a tawdry affair with a Kingsglaive Soldier. ]
Whatever you think it may be will need to wait until after I've spoken with the King. I do not want to jump to a conclusion that may be unsubstantiated. [ And there's Gentiana again, soothing and steadying as though she was at her side - walking her through what she needed to do. It's a strong enough presence that Luna has to close her eyes for a moment to keep from crying as she borrows strength that isn't her own. She almost succeeds at keeping the tears at bay, one escaping when her eyes flutter open and she tries at moving her sleeve again. The pain is still crippling when she makes direct contact with the stain. ] I can't-- [ You are not alone echoes once more in her mind, eyes locking onto Nyx. ] Would you assist me? I cannot go back into the party with this exposed.