"Why the long face, kid?"
As anticipated, rather than heeding Erwa's advice and endeavoring to earn some money, they lingered by the elevator, awaiting Leon. However, the joyful, energetic Leon they anticipated was conspicuously absent. In his place stood a conflicted Leon, his face veiled in a cloud of uncertainty.
"Nothing."
"Is there a problem?"
"No, not at all, Miss Claire."
Triss took the flag, "Weren't you supposed to get a reward or something?"
"I did."
"Then why are you crying now?"
"I mean, I'm not sure if I did the right thing."
""What did you do?""
A profound sigh, wrought with the weight of uncertainty, lingered in the air for a fleeting moment.
"Let's hang around, okay?"
"I'll keep asking it. You know that, right?"
"Not right now. I still need to process it."
"You're just making us curious, Leon."
"I know, Miss Claire. But it is what it is."