Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150504120730/@comment-32663439-20150510203632

Lissa sighed, as she reluctantly followed Fenrir and left Lythe behind. She then turned her head to Ventus, her expression an anxious one. "V-Ven... I just want you to know that w-w-whatever happens in Sancre T-Tor... I love you." She held his hand tight, as if never wanting to let him go.

Rivent smirked as he accepted the clothes, putting them on. "I wonder, do you really need clothes? I certainly wouldn't mind if you didn't wear any... unless we were in a cold climate, of course."