[It's a romantic hotel — gold-framed art on the walls, white-carved statues, mirrored elevator doors. Tyki likes all of it, but then he also views Fontaine as a romantic place, enchanting in its beauty as he's never seen anywhere else in the world. Perhaps that's why he has long overstayed his welcome.
When Clorinde takes him by the elbow with a hand, strength beneath the fingertips reined in to lead him gently, he can't help but smile. If he had to condense his impression of this country into one person, she would be the choice — a vision, a work of art. The capable heroine.]
Do you have a view?
[He leans in close to her side as the lift rises, mouth tickling against her ear.]
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When Clorinde takes him by the elbow with a hand, strength beneath the fingertips reined in to lead him gently, he can't help but smile. If he had to condense his impression of this country into one person, she would be the choice — a vision, a work of art. The capable heroine.]
Do you have a view?
[He leans in close to her side as the lift rises, mouth tickling against her ear.]
I've heard the city looks stunning at night.