Yes, but it would look a little silly, wouldn't it? [Mipha laughs, immediately calling him out on that!! But--] But, I suppose I wouldn't mind staying this size a while longer for you. I like being in your arms. [You know, since it'd just be easier for him to carry her like this.
But the cute moment is semi-ruined when she sees Sidon. Mipha almost calls out to him before she remembers they're particularly invisible in this memory; her hand tightens a little on Mephisto's as Sidon stops before the statue. The plaza's mostly cleared out now except for the guards who studiously ignore the prince to give him his privacy.
She speaks softly, watching as Sidon stares up at her statue.] My leaving... Was very hard on him. He was so young...
[There's a soft noise of amusement, not quite a laugh]
I was quite hard on him when he was little. I'm a little worried about what pressure my... passing had on him, but... He's grown up well. I'm proud of him. [She looks away, shaking her head.] I hope to make up for all those years without each other.
[A pause, and though Mipha knows better than to doubt her brother, there's still a little concern as she hesitantly asks] He's... Not upset with me, is he? For leaving, for making him grow up too quickly...?
[She's quiet for a long moment, before giving his hand a squeeze.]
...I suppose you may be right. How can I doubt you when you say it like that? [She gazes out quietly at Sidon for a few seconds longer before she turns away, giving Mephisto's hand a light tug.]
Come. The throne room is up the stairs. Seeing him is going to hurt even more, but I... suppose I should get it over with... ['Him' being her father.]
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[Hold on, he needs a moment to picture this.]
[...]
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Why, I'm sure I could carry Sidon in the same fashion if the need ever arose.
[IT WOULD LOOK EXTRA STUPID but he could definitely still do it, even if he had to cheat and just float her over his arms.]
[Also hey, speak of the devil-- is that Sidon walking along one of the pathways towards the city center?]
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But the cute moment is semi-ruined when she sees Sidon. Mipha almost calls out to him before she remembers they're particularly invisible in this memory; her hand tightens a little on Mephisto's as Sidon stops before the statue. The plaza's mostly cleared out now except for the guards who studiously ignore the prince to give him his privacy.
She speaks softly, watching as Sidon stares up at her statue.] My leaving... Was very hard on him. He was so young...
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[Ah. But probably not the right mood for it. He returns that squeeze of his hand with a reassuring one of his own.]
...I can tell just how fond he is of you. Why, I'd say you've occupied well over 80% of the few conversations we've had.
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I was quite hard on him when he was little. I'm a little worried about what pressure my... passing had on him, but... He's grown up well. I'm proud of him. [She looks away, shaking her head.] I hope to make up for all those years without each other.
[A pause, and though Mipha knows better than to doubt her brother, there's still a little concern as she hesitantly asks] He's... Not upset with me, is he? For leaving, for making him grow up too quickly...?
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[He gestures back towards Sidon, whose gaze remains locked on the statue.]
Surely he wouldn't be looking upon you with such reverence in his eyes if he were at all resentful.
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...I suppose you may be right. How can I doubt you when you say it like that? [She gazes out quietly at Sidon for a few seconds longer before she turns away, giving Mephisto's hand a light tug.]
Come. The throne room is up the stairs. Seeing him is going to hurt even more, but I... suppose I should get it over with... ['Him' being her father.]