[Memory is a funny thing. The brother she remembers from before he was a dragon was taller. More intimidating. It's probably her image of him that doesn't really match up, but it feels unnatural. She can't believe it. Doesn't trust herself to believe it.
Yet at the same time, even though she didn't trust it-- if it was a trick, the person responsible could die a hundred thousand times before she'd be satisfied, just for making her feel this uncomfortable pain her chest.]
You can't believe it, right? It's only natural such a beauty would leave you speechless.
[Right. Act cool. Don't let on that you'd rather die than actually look this impossible figure in the face. Just looking his back is enough.]
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Yet at the same time, even though she didn't trust it-- if it was a trick, the person responsible could die a hundred thousand times before she'd be satisfied, just for making her feel this uncomfortable pain her chest.]
You can't believe it, right? It's only natural such a beauty would leave you speechless.
[Right. Act cool. Don't let on that you'd rather die than actually look this impossible figure in the face. Just looking his back is enough.]