If Setsuna were steam-powered this would be the part where a teakettle noise escapes her ears, with how flushed she goes at the (correct) guess.
She takes a long moment to deliberately smooth down the unimpressive and unremarkable front of her Jorgmund-supplied brandless shirt, multiple times, digging her palms and fingers into the fabric, until she can feel the heat die down in her cheeks and she can talk calmly again. She has not, ever, actually referred to Love like that aloud and even that feels intensely intimate, even if she's not sure how else to explain something as naturally occurring to her as gravity. She reaches up, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face, nervous, lost in thought.
"Love is ... kind, even when she's being unreasonably stubborn, or self-involved. She never doubts that other people mean well. She will do whatever is in her power to make other people happy ... sometimes a lot more than anyone ever asks her to do, whether they wanted her to help them or not. She's ... she's far from a perfect person. She's not always capable of handling it well when she doesn't know how to help somebody. She gets impatient faster than anyone else I've ever met, it's hard to get her to stay focused on one thing when she could be distracted by a lot of things at once instead ... but when she smiles the entire room is brighter, and it's almost impossible for you to resist smiling with her."
She can't stop herself from smiling at the thought of it, even now. "She gets a lot of that from her mother, I think ..."
Does she really notice how all that sounds said aloud? Not particularly; she just can't help herself but be this sincere in how she feels about Love.
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She takes a long moment to deliberately smooth down the unimpressive and unremarkable front of her Jorgmund-supplied brandless shirt, multiple times, digging her palms and fingers into the fabric, until she can feel the heat die down in her cheeks and she can talk calmly again. She has not, ever, actually referred to Love like that aloud and even that feels intensely intimate, even if she's not sure how else to explain something as naturally occurring to her as gravity. She reaches up, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face, nervous, lost in thought.
"Love is ... kind, even when she's being unreasonably stubborn, or self-involved. She never doubts that other people mean well. She will do whatever is in her power to make other people happy ... sometimes a lot more than anyone ever asks her to do, whether they wanted her to help them or not. She's ... she's far from a perfect person. She's not always capable of handling it well when she doesn't know how to help somebody. She gets impatient faster than anyone else I've ever met, it's hard to get her to stay focused on one thing when she could be distracted by a lot of things at once instead ... but when she smiles the entire room is brighter, and it's almost impossible for you to resist smiling with her."
She can't stop herself from smiling at the thought of it, even now. "She gets a lot of that from her mother, I think ..."
Does she really notice how all that sounds said aloud? Not particularly; she just can't help herself but be this sincere in how she feels about Love.