[ By all accounts, she doesn't know him. And here, she shouldn't know him as they've not formally introduced themselves. Complimenting the depth of what he feels for those he wishes to save-- loyalty, love, she suspects, for it could only be something so strong-- would be inappropriate.
She opts for something far simpler. And safer.
Eyes roaming up his tall stature, shoulders broad and posture reflecting that of a seasoned militant, the palm of his hand rough against hers... Her expression turns thoughtful. No. None of that will serve as a good first compliment. There can be only one thing she might remark about him first: his most striking feature. ]
...I... don't think I've ever seen eyes that mirror the winter sky just like yours.
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She opts for something far simpler. And safer.
Eyes roaming up his tall stature, shoulders broad and posture reflecting that of a seasoned militant, the palm of his hand rough against hers... Her expression turns thoughtful. No. None of that will serve as a good first compliment. There can be only one thing she might remark about him first: his most striking feature. ]
...I... don't think I've ever seen eyes that mirror the winter sky just like yours.