[Nill obediently followed the lead of the Father, feeling significantly calmer--if not uncertain. Sitting down next to him on the pew, she gazed up as he spoke.]
...
[A worried look came across her face. Then the Archbishop really wasn't feeling well...
She didn't hear anything about his condition after the accident, and so Nill could only assume the worst. It was part of the reason why she rushed over, pushing herself when it was important for her to take it easy with her own recovery.
At least... it didn't sound like the situation was dire. Nill could breath easier knowing that, giving a nod of her head in reply. She would have to do that.]
...?
[His accent almost caused her to stumble mentally at first, but then she was able to figure out the meaning. The question just made her flustered. The girl hasn't been able to do much for the Archbishop in return, and so it felt strange to hear that asked of her.
Neither nodding or shaking her head in reply, Nill simply took her right hand and pressed the tip of her index gently against the wood between them. There, she traced a short message composed of invisible letters. Slowly tracing the shape of each one.]
'to return it'
[Once finished, the winged girl silently pointed over toward the cassock that was now in Anderson's possession.]
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[A worried look came across her face. Then the Archbishop really wasn't feeling well...
She didn't hear anything about his condition after the accident, and so Nill could only assume the worst. It was part of the reason why she rushed over, pushing herself when it was important for her to take it easy with her own recovery.
At least... it didn't sound like the situation was dire. Nill could breath easier knowing that, giving a nod of her head in reply. She would have to do that.]
...?
[His accent almost caused her to stumble mentally at first, but then she was able to figure out the meaning. The question just made her flustered. The girl hasn't been able to do much for the Archbishop in return, and so it felt strange to hear that asked of her.
Neither nodding or shaking her head in reply, Nill simply took her right hand and pressed the tip of her index gently against the wood between them. There, she traced a short message composed of invisible letters. Slowly tracing the shape of each one.]
'to return it'
[Once finished, the winged girl silently pointed over toward the cassock that was now in Anderson's possession.]