In all honesty, Sofia is thinking about how strange this situation is.
He seems so familiar with her, despite not knowing her, despite not knowing how close they really are... or at least how close they are supposed to be. She'd known he was quite the womanizer in his youth and had fortunately never felt the worry that he'd stray, but the Ezio she had first connected with had protected himself so much more. But perhaps, she considers, she is only seeing what she wants to see: an Ezio who loves her, and is affectionate towards her because she is his Sofia, not because she is a friendly woman tending to his wounds.
She wonders what he thinks of her affectionate words, and if he suspects anything of them.
Sofia loses herself in that thought, for a moment, until she realizes he's keeping an eye on her. Then, with a bit of an embarrassed look, she gives a faint smile.
"Do you need anything else, or shall I leave you to rest?"
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He seems so familiar with her, despite not knowing her, despite not knowing how close they really are... or at least how close they are supposed to be. She'd known he was quite the womanizer in his youth and had fortunately never felt the worry that he'd stray, but the Ezio she had first connected with had protected himself so much more. But perhaps, she considers, she is only seeing what she wants to see: an Ezio who loves her, and is affectionate towards her because she is his Sofia, not because she is a friendly woman tending to his wounds.
She wonders what he thinks of her affectionate words, and if he suspects anything of them.
Sofia loses herself in that thought, for a moment, until she realizes he's keeping an eye on her. Then, with a bit of an embarrassed look, she gives a faint smile.
"Do you need anything else, or shall I leave you to rest?"