Fisher watched her silhouette, just about to move forward again, when he suddenly heard her voice emerge softly, in a low tone, she asked,
"Fisher, do you... feel romantic emotions towards Moli?"
What was meant to come ultimately did, there was never a way to evade it.
Fisher didn't remain silent for long nor did he move forward again, he merely replied,
"... Yes."
Rafael's motion of slowly tidying her cloak suddenly stopped, and her tail behind her softened as if drained of its backbone.
"..."
Then, she slightly lowered her head, and the claws that were meant to smooth the wrinkles now clenched that cloak tightly, unsettling its surface.
She trembled, and soon, even her voice began to quiver,
"Do you feel romantic emotions towards me too, right?"
"... Yes."
But the moment she heard this, Rafael abruptly turned her head.
