Fran stood, wiping her hands against her legs to wipe away the oil. "Balthier. It is not I that is trapped." Her voice was cool, but not cold, her eyes holding an unreadable expression. "I am not blind. I see you. I see you claw and flutter at your bars like a bird caged. I free you from that cage now."
With that she began to walk towards the door, patting his shoulder lightly as she passed him.
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Date: 2010-01-27 07:23 pm (UTC)With that she began to walk towards the door, patting his shoulder lightly as she passed him.