[ She means it as exactly that: he is very different. Her country is governed by law and order, unquestionable absolutes painted in stark black and white. While she understands that not everyone thinks that way (she doesn't think that way, and that is a Problem), this is the first time Lux has encountered anyone who doesn't outwardly follow that rigid path.
Lux doesn't get a chance to elaborate. The moment he brings his hand up to her forehead, she seizes up. She stops, legs getting tangled as he continues to walk, and she stumbles with him for a few steps. ]
Sorry I— [ Think of something! ] It's probably because your hands are cold. I feel fine, really! Don't worry about me!
[ It isn't a lie, she naturally runs warmer than most, something he can probably notice when he touches her forehead. But the reason for that... is something she would like to avoid discussing, especially after his reaction down in the well. ]
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Lux doesn't get a chance to elaborate. The moment he brings his hand up to her forehead, she seizes up. She stops, legs getting tangled as he continues to walk, and she stumbles with him for a few steps. ]
Sorry I— [ Think of something! ] It's probably because your hands are cold. I feel fine, really! Don't worry about me!
[ It isn't a lie, she naturally runs warmer than most, something he can probably notice when he touches her forehead. But the reason for that... is something she would like to avoid discussing, especially after his reaction down in the well. ]