[Alright, that trips his inner alarm. Gilgamesh raises a skeptical eyebrow at his Master and folds his arms in a an inquistive sort of pose.]
Has something gotten into you? You're acting rather strangely.
[She seemed... off. Anxious. And he somehow doubts it's because of their little night ride. He probes at her thoughts questioningly but does not delve beneath the surface just yet; he trusts she'll simply tell him what's the matter rather than continue to dance around it.
And still Gilgamesh remains completely oblivious that anything he's done may have made her the slightest bit uncomfortable.]
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Has something gotten into you? You're acting rather strangely.
[She seemed... off. Anxious. And he somehow doubts it's because of their little night ride. He probes at her thoughts questioningly but does not delve beneath the surface just yet; he trusts she'll simply tell him what's the matter rather than continue to dance around it.
And still Gilgamesh remains completely oblivious that anything he's done may have made her the slightest bit uncomfortable.]