[Welp. This suddenly feels awkward, but maybe not for the reason that Elsa might assume. It's probably not too much of a surprise that Elsa isn't the first friend of Lup's to develop a little crush on her over the last two hundred years. And she's absolutely not the first to make a bit of a scene in professing those feelings.
It's always been so easy for the elf to laugh that kind of adoration off with an affectionate shove to the shoulder, to tease the offending party and make light of the situation. To chase the worry and awkwardness right out of the room. But Elsa's reaction, all hurt and panic and uncertainty in the status of their relationship, that's new. New in a big way. Just the kind of seriousness that Lup tries so often to avoid.
So as easy and it would be for a large, snake woman to chase after the little nymph, Lup lets her take her step back, putting a touch of distance between the two.]
We are good, alright? We are. [It's just a shame her words aren't getting through to her.] Hey - listen to me. Why do you think we're friends?
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It's always been so easy for the elf to laugh that kind of adoration off with an affectionate shove to the shoulder, to tease the offending party and make light of the situation. To chase the worry and awkwardness right out of the room. But Elsa's reaction, all hurt and panic and uncertainty in the status of their relationship, that's new. New in a big way. Just the kind of seriousness that Lup tries so often to avoid.
So as easy and it would be for a large, snake woman to chase after the little nymph, Lup lets her take her step back, putting a touch of distance between the two.]
We are good, alright? We are. [It's just a shame her words aren't getting through to her.] Hey - listen to me. Why do you think we're friends?