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[prayercycles]

[ Eventually Fortunato finds a suitable passage- Luke 22, less for any bias toward that particular book and more because it's the first one he got to quickly browsing. He'd picked up that Lucina isn't usually the quiet type, and he felt kind of embarrassed. Maybe he shouldn't have asked if she needed to know anything...he'd rather her not look down on him. ]

Um- here. This is what happened, the first time.

[ Although as he hands the Bible over to her, he realizes she has no context. Whoops... ]

[fauxmarth]

Oh-- goodness... [she's a split-second too late to hide a sudden grimace. this is not unlike accidentally expressing interest in a subject Laurent was researching...only to find herself up to her knees in tomes as a response!

gods, the lettering is so tiny, too...but this...matters a great deal to him, right?]

I'll...I'll take this home and peruse it then, huh? From what page to what, now...? [please don't say cover to cover, she's only so generous.]

[prayercycles]

[ Oh, he'd worried about her being confused, but he didn't realize she'd react that way. Whoops. He stammers a little. ]

No, I- I mean- you can just read this part. [ He gestures to the pages the Bible is open to. ] And...I can explain anything else.

[ He pauses again. Now he feels like he's pushing this on her... ] You do not have to do it.

[fauxmarth]

Oh! Ha! Whew! I was worried I was in for a lot of reading! [she laughs, relieved, but cuts that out after a breath, reaching over and putting a hand on Fortunato's shoulder.]

Listen. This is something important to you, isn't it? Even if I don't fully get it, it'll be my pleasure to try and learn a little. That's what friends do.

Now-- [she walks around the foot of the bed and plops down on the middle, crossing her legs with the book in her lap, beaming over her shoulder at him.]

Come over here and tutor me a bit! It won't be much trouble, right?

[prayercycles]

[ It's a good thing Lucina stopped laughing, because Fortunato felt genuine shame for a moment, and genuine relief when she turned out to not be laughing him off. He...may associate being put down for his faith with potentially being hurt, still. But he shouldn't think that way about Lucina. She wouldn't do that.

(He hopes.)

And now she's just- jumping on his freshly made bed. Okay. He's not going to stop her. He sits on the side, much more delicately. ]

I am- I am not sure where you want me to begin.