[littl3chocobo]

she felt disappointed in this new person, he really was nothing special and james' confusing words were not validated by what she saw. tiredly she leaned back into the couch though she knew the action would make it so much harder to rise again. "cirro, i do not understand james sometimes. he spoke as if he were talking about you or i but this, and forgive my language, shallow, empty-headed bimbo is most certainly whom he was referring too. it makes no sense, i would rather know why and not through manipulation of his pity. is there nothing you can do cirro?" he gave her a sympathetic look, "you know as well as i do he only speaks to you." she frowned lightly. she knew but all the same it was worth it to at least ask. sweetly she held out a hand. "help me up please? i have worn myself out with worry, i need to go home and rest"

(no luck with ambrosia XD)