User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7345250-20161113233444


 * To her credit, Eroma is quick to pick up on Sombra's distress. She recoils and crosses her hooves, visibly uncomfortable with whatever change she has brought upon the stallion.

Eroma: "You... I..."


 * She goes through several emotions in a short span of time. She shrinks away from Sombra's advance, deeply troubled by the contradictory nature of his sorrow and his stride. For the briefest of moments, her eyes flash with indignation at how this pony is making her feel. And then, all that is left is confusion.

Eroma: "I don't. But I presume one Princess Amore did..."