[ he's definitely manipulating her in some way.

lumine can hear it in his voice, the way he composes his words. each reasoning, each plea to her logic—it's very, very clear. and the fact that he isn't even batting an eyelash at this, even at the possible threat of being jailed or apprehended, is very, very concerning. she wonders if he can even hear what he himself saying. ]

You are impossible. Stupid and impossible.

[ she turns away from him again, storming back towards the main street to hail a cab. if she can get back to the inn, she can cancel her room and return to fontaine. maybe that's for the best. ]

I can't deal with you right now when you're not even thinking properly as to how this can affect us. Me. Aether.