You’re smiling.
I am?
Yes, you are.
How can you tell? I’ve been told I have a, sort of, perpetual polite grin.
*chuckle* Your face isn’t the only thing that I can look at to tell how you’re feeling.
…
A girl?
Initially irritating. She followed me without true reason. Confusing for me to understand at the time, but pleasant company overall.
I… I felt like protecting her.
Why? You gained nothing from doing so but pain and trouble?
Same reason she followed me,
Because I could.