[She watches, mortified, as he blushes down at the shirt, wondering what sorts of things could be going through that broken head of his. In her effort to help both of them, has she only made it worse? Did she just plant more ideas in there that shouldn't be? Even Valo is whining, his ears fully drooped now as he stares at Ilsa in a silent cry for help.
She's trying, little guy. She really, really is...
Her eyes are too busy watching Valo that she doesn't even notice Eustace tearing off his sweater until she sees a flash of colour in her peripherals, and by the time she notices and tries to move to stop him—]
AH—! I didn't mean right here!
[It's too late.
Valo had gotten up as soon as she tried to dart over to Eustace, and her legs get caught. She trips slightly, and the only way that she can save herself is to plant both hands on the arms of the chair he's in...
....
......
Only now, she's looming over a topless, blushing Eustace..........]
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She's trying, little guy. She really, really is...
Her eyes are too busy watching Valo that she doesn't even notice Eustace tearing off his sweater until she sees a flash of colour in her peripherals, and by the time she notices and tries to move to stop him—]
AH—! I didn't mean right here!
[It's too late.
Valo had gotten up as soon as she tried to dart over to Eustace, and her legs get caught. She trips slightly, and the only way that she can save herself is to plant both hands on the arms of the chair he's in...
....
......
Only now, she's looming over a topless, blushing Eustace..........]