[ Sayori stops herself from moving, though there is a twitch to her legs, a consideration when Rue drops themselves, and Sayori not wanting to be in their way. But nothing about them makes her flinch, this new distance; rather, the closer proximity of Rue's face to hers--though it's not so close--makes her heart skip a beat at their beauty.

A beauty not recognised, in the start of this tale of theirs. One that has Sayori's eyes immediately widen, a parting of her lips; one so fantastical from the very start, and yet so quickly sad. More than sympathy warms into Sayori's eyes, something stronger than that.

She had never wanted anything so much. She didn't know what it was like--to be so alive, to have such desires. Did she? No, she couldn't compare herself to this.

This story not befitting her. She's undeserving of such a tale, and truthfully, the thought of cost or even her own purchase-- it slipped easily from Sayori's mind, when Rue instead took more of that space. It's a struggle to answer them, and she ducks her head, wishing she didn't have to consider herself anymore. ]

...Yes.

[ ...but how can she say anything else? Any other answer would be cruel, uncaring, and Sayori--she can't. She can't do that to someone who bared themselves so fully in front of her.

Her voice is softer, more shy, somehow, than it already was. But it colours some as she looks back at Rue, her lips pinching in a small smile, and-- ]

...I hope you have people around you who can see how beautiful you are, and tell you that. [ There's a sheen coming to her hair, a softness, and it matches as the colour shows on her cheeks. ] I-- I haven't seen someone as beautiful as you before... and there's been so many pretty people around in Folkmore...!

[ She squeezes her hands together, gaze flitting once more. There should be something else she should say, to be less awkward. ]

E-ehehe...!

[ But all she can do is awkwardly laugh as the heat overtakes her face. ]