[Mizael tenses up a little at the comment--not just because he's drawn enough attention to himself for someone to comment on it, but also that she's somehow read his mind and it's not a thought he wanted to have.]
It's...different. [He can't bring himself to say that it's nice right now, not when the loss of his companions still feels so raw and admitting that some human thing is actually not that bad feels like rejecting them--
He finally looks over and ends up just staring at her. Mostly at the stone in her forehead. That's definitely not a trait he was expecting to see again any time soon--and obviously it's wrong, but it's still familiar enough for staring.]
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It's...different. [He can't bring himself to say that it's nice right now, not when the loss of his companions still feels so raw and admitting that some human thing is actually not that bad feels like rejecting them--
He finally looks over and ends up just staring at her. Mostly at the stone in her forehead. That's definitely not a trait he was expecting to see again any time soon--and obviously it's wrong, but it's still familiar enough for staring.]
...Who are you?