Raydran kissed back, holding him tightly. She hid her hurt, the hurt from knowing the fact that Sephiroth was done with her. She rested her chin on Mustadio's shoulder, closing her eyes. It didn't matter... most men lied to her... Except one.
"You... no... I'm sorry..." She whispered.
Cecil pouted, hugging herself. She glared at Ramza, then sniffled and turned away from him. "You love your sister more than me, don't you? I can tell... The way you look at her... And hold her..." She sighed heavily. "What do I care? It's your choice." Her voice was sad and shaky. She... was truly hurt. Either that, or liquor was taking control. It didn't matter- she was on the brink of tears.
Loki kissed back, listening and nodding when appropriate. He then smiled. "No need to be sorry. I'm pretty sure that Ajora will... be... more kind... She should." He held her tightly, kissing her cheek gently.