[Azul listens, and the more he does, he has a sudden, sneaking suspicion of why Leona chose this story specifically to tell him. That something about it had perhaps reminded the other man of Azul, and how his own face was stained with ink after those times he had cried in front of Leona.
He's not sure how to feel about that, if that is the case. Is he supposed to feel better or inspired in some manner about that particular instinct of his being relatable for a creature that Leona has knowledge about? Or is he once again thinking too hard about this and that it's just a coincidence that Leona picked out that story to tell here...
... He's too sleepy to ask. Instead, he simply gives a soft huff in acknowledgment, eyes still closed.]
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He's not sure how to feel about that, if that is the case. Is he supposed to feel better or inspired in some manner about that particular instinct of his being relatable for a creature that Leona has knowledge about? Or is he once again thinking too hard about this and that it's just a coincidence that Leona picked out that story to tell here...
... He's too sleepy to ask. Instead, he simply gives a soft huff in acknowledgment, eyes still closed.]
Huh... I see...