( it doesn’t take much for reira to pick up on that strangeness that came with how hilda spoke on about the war with such a calm and gentle voice. almost as if she weren’t speaking about something possibly tragic and it finally dawned on her that perhaps the other was doing it to keep her from worrying.

or perhaps they were a lot more similar than she initially thought. reira was the kind of person to hide from her emotions and worrisome thoughts, often casually joking about her woes or acting dramatic when deep inside the waves of her emotions were drowning her.

yet she had little strength or much of a clear mind to comment on that. the effect of the drug was now gone, but the aftermath- the blurred vision, mental fog all remained. so she just looked up at the other with an equally kind smile but a shocked gaze in her eyes as she tended to her makeup. )

Fodlan? No, sorry I’m from a place called ‘Japan’, but I’m starting to think that there aren’t many here from my world. Are you….safe here?

( she did mention running into others from her world here, and perhaps they weren’t friends, or maybe they were. whatever was the truth, it was clear reira was starting to become worried and mindful of the girl before her. )