[ Lunafreya smiles up at her friend as he approaches, reaching out in order to straighten his slightly off-center bowtie. He looks rather dashing, all things considered, and she can't help the well of pride she feels at his appearance.
It's true that seeing the daughter of the illustrious Fleuret family exchanging such familiarities with a commoner might rub some of Recollé's elite the wrong way, but Luna can scarcely bring herself to care. She's happy to have Prompto in attendance to these events; his presence keeps her grounded and prevents her from going insane from the sheer amount of posturing that interacting with some of her guests requires. ]
I'm alright. Thanks, though. That just means that there will be more for you. [ She speaks fondly to him, his being near doing wonders for her stress level. Lunafreya is heartened to see that he's enjoying himself, and she's silently glad that she'd informed her security detail of his scooter beforehand. It's being watched over like a precious treasure, though she knows not many will view it that way. ]
You don't have to stay for the whole thing. You know how these events are... After a while, it turns into something so far removed from its original purpose that you'd think I was hosting some sort of classist competition. [ Lunafreya's expression remains placid despite the way her tone drops low, and she gently takes Prompto by the elbow, guiding him along the aisles towards the banquet table. She knows that that is where he truly wants to be. ] But... it helps the people out quite a bit, and that's what matters in the end. The women's shelter will be completed soon, and one final push is all we need.
[ She sighs, though she replaces her kind, open expression almost immediately. ] Thanks for coming. Tonight's been a bit rough.
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[ Lunafreya smiles up at her friend as he approaches, reaching out in order to straighten his slightly off-center bowtie. He looks rather dashing, all things considered, and she can't help the well of pride she feels at his appearance.
It's true that seeing the daughter of the illustrious Fleuret family exchanging such familiarities with a commoner might rub some of Recollé's elite the wrong way, but Luna can scarcely bring herself to care. She's happy to have Prompto in attendance to these events; his presence keeps her grounded and prevents her from going insane from the sheer amount of posturing that interacting with some of her guests requires. ]
I'm alright. Thanks, though. That just means that there will be more for you. [ She speaks fondly to him, his being near doing wonders for her stress level. Lunafreya is heartened to see that he's enjoying himself, and she's silently glad that she'd informed her security detail of his scooter beforehand. It's being watched over like a precious treasure, though she knows not many will view it that way. ]
You don't have to stay for the whole thing. You know how these events are... After a while, it turns into something so far removed from its original purpose that you'd think I was hosting some sort of classist competition. [ Lunafreya's expression remains placid despite the way her tone drops low, and she gently takes Prompto by the elbow, guiding him along the aisles towards the banquet table. She knows that that is where he truly wants to be. ] But... it helps the people out quite a bit, and that's what matters in the end. The women's shelter will be completed soon, and one final push is all we need.
[ She sighs, though she replaces her kind, open expression almost immediately. ] Thanks for coming. Tonight's been a bit rough.