At 5'9", Sophia is not the shortest woman in the world, but she's easily dwarfed by Sanger. She doesn't appear intimidated by this - or, if she is, Sophia is better at hiding it, staring back up at him impassively.
Her brows furrow very slightly at his words. Actions are the only way to prove anything. Then, her gaze drops away, momentarily distracted as she turns to pick up the pidove still napping on the wall. "You're right," she murmurs, tipping the statement over in her head, before carefully adjusting the bundle of snoring feathers in her arms and turning back to him. Her expression softens, the slightest smile touching her lips.
"Thank you, for risking your life to fight that dragon."
Her point made, she graceful bows her head, then turns on her heel. "Good night, Mr Zonvolt." Ymir may radiate a certain smugness once she's in the Honedge's range, but Sophia hopes at least that it's clear that she doesn't suspect Sanger, whatever he says.
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Her brows furrow very slightly at his words. Actions are the only way to prove anything. Then, her gaze drops away, momentarily distracted as she turns to pick up the pidove still napping on the wall. "You're right," she murmurs, tipping the statement over in her head, before carefully adjusting the bundle of snoring feathers in her arms and turning back to him. Her expression softens, the slightest smile touching her lips.
"Thank you, for risking your life to fight that dragon."
Her point made, she graceful bows her head, then turns on her heel. "Good night, Mr Zonvolt." Ymir may radiate a certain smugness once she's in the Honedge's range, but Sophia hopes at least that it's clear that she doesn't suspect Sanger, whatever he says.