[ it's hard to miss that wooden reaction, even if he doesn't throw her off—she's built her life around being sensitive to these things. Rudbeckia is quick to release Dokja after he makes an effort at comforting her, takes a half-step back and wipes a tear from her eye with a dainty flick of her finger. ]

No, I haven't had anything other than Signor Joonghyuk's cooking and some fruit from the markets... but I've had that before and nothing ever happened. [ a pitiful sniffle. ] Do you think I might be cursed, like at the festival?

[ can she trust that he really believes that, and isn't thinking of her as someone lying for attention? ]