Does Eclair Espoir feel love? For even just one single waking moment where the mist of dreams is still blending into solid, calculable reality?

That question isn't worth the bother of asking, let alone answering. What do you think?

Eclair is gentle as she slips out of the embrace. She does not push her way out or make any attempt to force things to stop, but simply tucks her shoulders into the natural spaces left by a nagi's coils and slides through the extra space before it can constrict tighter around her. Then she slides gracefully across the wet floor on her knees, and plucks her mask out of the water.

"Hm. Yuki Edogawa. And..."

She frowns, looking at the nagi woman. She fetches an old notebook out of her pocket and flips to a page about two thirds of the way into it and browses the passages written there with one fingertip for guidance to keep from rereading the same start of a sentence five times. With a sigh, she snaps her little book shut and pockets it again.

"I don't seem to have written down your name? I suppose it does not matter. We meet again in any case."

Her voice is cool as frost, but the smile on her lips and the light in her eyes are the dawn breaking over that frost. She plucks a cloth from her uniform and begins to dry her hero's mask, a task which takes much longer, much more focus, and much more meticulous action that its small size or simple design would suggest. Rather than prioritizing speed or even efficiency, she seems to dote on it. 

"And yet again you find me a shadow of my true self. Even I am beginning to believe that version of me is the true mirage, haha. Regardless, I..."

Hesitation, and a tilt of her head. She places the mask on her face again and presses it tight so that it will not come off. Mayzie designed the Mystery Builder's costume not to be fully obscuring, so it would be a stretch to say that Eclair disappears. But for once in her life she is taking the notion of masks seriously, and she allows the mantle to affect her posture. She dips into a bow, different from the many curtseys she's offered Yuki across the many times their paths met when both of them were smaller. Not to mention more closely of a height.

"I have no idea what it is I wish to say. But those are my troubles. Tell me, have you come for sword lessons?"

Did she feel love? Stupid.