[Cleo is, in a lot of ways, contrary to her first impressions. For her rough nature, her love of working out and her enjoyment of sparring, when it comes to something like romance, she's actually more of a pure maiden type. She's rather innocent, and is much more suited to being on this end of things.
Which is to say, as Natalia closes in, Cleo looks up, eyes wide... and then closes her eyes, trying to keep her heart from pounding out her chest. It's like permission for Natalia to do whatever she's going to do...
And then her eyes snap open again at the growl.
She turns to watch. Monsters, Natalia fighting them- Ears? Rabbit ears? Natalia's comrade with the flute...]
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Which is to say, as Natalia closes in, Cleo looks up, eyes wide... and then closes her eyes, trying to keep her heart from pounding out her chest. It's like permission for Natalia to do whatever she's going to do...
And then her eyes snap open again at the growl.
She turns to watch. Monsters, Natalia fighting them- Ears? Rabbit ears? Natalia's comrade with the flute...]
... So your visions are a hero's after all.
[She's a bit distracted now.]