[ Despite the fact that Thancred's attention seems trained on the crowds of people down below, he doesn't jerk in shock or react much at all when he hears Val's voice. He wouldn't be very good at his job if he didn't hear someone coming, even someone as light-footed as the Warrior of Light.
When he turns to look at her, Val is wearing a grin, one that she seems capable of mustering up with little trouble at all. Her ability to maintain those high spirits is part of what has made her resonate so well with the many people she's aided during her time with the Scions. Thancred nods to her in greeting, then lifts a hand to draw it back through his hair.
He senses some trouble on the horizon, but he can't say he minds. The distraction would be welcome at this point. ]
Oh, I know that look. [ He smiles, something not quite so broad as Val's grin, and shakes his head to himself. ] What is it this time, pray tell?
[ He reaches down to slide his hand over the hilt of his gunblade, already preparing himself for the promise of a fight. ]
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When he turns to look at her, Val is wearing a grin, one that she seems capable of mustering up with little trouble at all. Her ability to maintain those high spirits is part of what has made her resonate so well with the many people she's aided during her time with the Scions. Thancred nods to her in greeting, then lifts a hand to draw it back through his hair.
He senses some trouble on the horizon, but he can't say he minds. The distraction would be welcome at this point. ]
Oh, I know that look. [ He smiles, something not quite so broad as Val's grin, and shakes his head to himself. ] What is it this time, pray tell?
[ He reaches down to slide his hand over the hilt of his gunblade, already preparing himself for the promise of a fight. ]