Andre wasn't the only person Schezar had reminded Clover of that day. When the man approached her with a coat that clearly seemed to belong to him, when he wrapped it around her shoulders to keep her warm, her eyes softened and her gaze lowered slightly. Being taken care of had become a strange, albeit nice sensation, one Clover hadn't experienced in a while. Not from the time her grandpa fell ill and it was her taking his hand, just like he'd always taken hers. She thought of him, also of her father.
Memories had always been precious belongings, but happiness wasn't the only emotion they brought.
To his request, an echo of her own even if their words had differed, a nod from her head was the only reply she could actually offer. The future was uncertain for the two of them; a soldier's life took place away from safety, for there was no such thing in war. She could only do her best, like he'd been doing up until now. That much, she could promise.
Then, when her eyes raised again to meet his smile, two silent words could be read in them. 'Thank you', they said, sincere and open.
[...]
That night, alone in her room and about to sleep, Clover talked to her grandpa again.
'Dear grandpa.
I know you've always been aware of this. Even in war, even in pain... this is still a beautiful world.'
Memories had always been precious belongings, but happiness wasn't the only emotion they brought.
To his request, an echo of her own even if their words had differed, a nod from her head was the only reply she could actually offer. The future was uncertain for the two of them; a soldier's life took place away from safety, for there was no such thing in war. She could only do her best, like he'd been doing up until now. That much, she could promise.
Then, when her eyes raised again to meet his smile, two silent words could be read in them. 'Thank you', they said, sincere and open.
[...]
That night, alone in her room and about to sleep, Clover talked to her grandpa again.
'Dear grandpa.
I know you've always been aware of this. Even in war, even in pain... this is still a beautiful world.'
Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)