( A hint of wryness touches her lips, an almost rueful amusement in her tone: )
I have been told I'm ruled by Fire.
( But Emilia has been trying her very best to rule over it instead. To not be consumed by the very rage that kept her standing for so long when she thought she might die of grief. Grief that seems so needless, now that she knows she was fooled. )
It does suit you. ( Earth. ) There is something unwavering about you.
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I have been told I'm ruled by Fire.
( But Emilia has been trying her very best to rule over it instead. To not be consumed by the very rage that kept her standing for so long when she thought she might die of grief. Grief that seems so needless, now that she knows she was fooled. )
It does suit you. ( Earth. ) There is something unwavering about you.
( Steady. )