Final Fantasy XII-2

"Yeah... That's something." She smiled weakly "But whose to say she will a second time."

 

"I am more worried about Lord Larsa."

 

"Hmmm..." She nodded, not really knowing what to say. She'd reached the edge of her knowledge of politics a little way back and was now off the edge of the metephorical map.

 

"I fear that someone might want to kill him. A supporter of Vanye."

 

Cajia nodded again, trying not to seem stupid and ignorant.

 

"I really don't know anything about politics."

 

"Me neither." Cajia laughed nervously.

 

Ty put his arm on the back of the couch. His hand touched her shoulder.

 

She smiled slightly at his touch before looking away again. Feeling as though once again she looked at him just that fraction of a second to long.

 

"Wanna go out after we finish the weapons tomorrow?"

 

"Uh.. yeah. Why not?" She agreed, trying her best not to blush.

 

Ty smiled. He looked out the window. " I am going to bed. It gets dark really early here. There is an extra bedroom to your left."

 

"Right. Thanks." She smiled looking over at him.

 

Ty walked to his room. As always, he locked both locks and shut both windows and locked them.

 

Cajia sighed slightly as the last of the fading sunlight filled the room. She rose from her seat and wandered up to the window, gazing out over the city. This is so sureal... Cajia thought, a faint smile on her lips. Then she slowly walked into the spare room, lying down on the bed staring up at the ceiling. lingering between sleep and awake.

 

Ty slept soundly.

 

She slowly rolled over in her sleep with a deep sigh.

 

Ty woke up before his alarm. He turned it off and got up. He put on his chain mail then his shirt. He opened the window.

 

Cajia slowly woke up and stretched, shaking her waist-length, ash blonde hair out of it's long plait as the left the Spare Room.

 

"Morning Sleepy Head." Ty was making something. "Fresh Chocobo eggs and toast." He said to her.