Beautiful. [Cheyenne repeats the word to herself, still not used to receiving compliments of any kind. In all likelihood, she may never get used to hearing them. She had always assumed that, save for her powers, the only truly frightful part about her would have been her eyes.]
That makes me... happy. [She says the word slowly, as though she were testing it. It takes another moment before she remembers that "happy" is associated with smiling, and she does so.] Thank you, Vash.
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That makes me... happy. [She says the word slowly, as though she were testing it. It takes another moment before she remembers that "happy" is associated with smiling, and she does so.] Thank you, Vash.