[Richard falls quiet, unsure of how to respond. He isn't used to people saying those words and meaning it in any sense other than appreciating what he (the prince/king) is able to do for their benefit. It's... strange.]
[ Perhaps it's because of how Richard goes quiet that Sunrise tries to tiptoe and reach up to pat his head, still holding onto his arm. She wishes she knew how to convey how much she cares for him, and how grateful she is that he would care for her. ]
[He leans his head down a bit to allow this, having learned that this is Sunrise's way of expressing affection. The fact that he's willing to accept it at all, much less in public, is testament to the fact that for all that he's still unused to such things, he can at least recognize and accept them for what they are.
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[Richard falls quiet, unsure of how to respond. He isn't used to people saying those words and meaning it in any sense other than appreciating what he (the prince/king) is able to do for their benefit. It's... strange.]
... I suppose so.
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And isn't that progress of its own?]
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[ Even if that might be hermiting in their room for a while. ]
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[He's not sure quite why that feels so important, but it does.]
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...She cannot taste food either, but she likes different textures too.
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Maybe we could take her to the arcade and try to win her some of the prizes like the ones Eli won for you.
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