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[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.