As soon as Jean's close enough, Pomni's quick to look at the sketch. The detail is impressive in its own right, but what strikes her is the care. To think that that's how someone saw her...
To say it invigorated some self-confidence was just the start of it.
"Well... I'm not getting my old body back anytime soon, I don't figure," She mutters, looking back over the art. There's a resignation to the notion, not so much an admit to defeat as it is, albeit still somewhat reluctant, acceptance.
After a moment of thought, though, she cracks a small, playful grin Jean's way. The gears are turning.
"And, I mean--- if I've got your vote of confidence, maybe I should try to figure out how to own it?"
(The thought is something that comes easier to stomach now, having just polished off a warm, cozy helping of love potion, and will probably have to be stewed on long and hard in her post-potion thoughts. But it's a start!)
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To say it invigorated some self-confidence was just the start of it.
"Well... I'm not getting my old body back anytime soon, I don't figure," She mutters, looking back over the art. There's a resignation to the notion, not so much an admit to defeat as it is, albeit still somewhat reluctant, acceptance.
After a moment of thought, though, she cracks a small, playful grin Jean's way. The gears are turning.
"And, I mean--- if I've got your vote of confidence, maybe I should try to figure out how to own it?"
(The thought is something that comes easier to stomach now, having just polished off a warm, cozy helping of love potion, and will probably have to be stewed on long and hard in her post-potion thoughts. But it's a start!)