[ He was spot on; because of the strange coloring both she and her mother possessed, they were isolated from society, scorned by majority and leered at by a sickeningly curious few. Her mother suffered from the harshest of criticisms, and Gracia herself had to endure a rather lonely childhood (save for the moments when her father was home, always willing to keep his only daughter company.)

So to hear those words from him, regardless of how unsurprising his reassurances may be, makes Gracia blush and smile so wide she could practically feel her lips tearing at the sides. When he complimented her like that...it made enduring those days in the past worth it for some reason. For both Gracia and her mother. ]

[ Her mood is instantly brighter, though she still can't help but feel just a tad bit sheepish. Her eyes dart back and forth - from the floor to the SFC - before she replies again. ]

Father...you mean all of those things? [ Gracia looks up, though her head is tilted downwards in an extremely rare moment of actual shyness. She burned up whenever a stranger complimented her, what more her own idol, her father, boosting her ego? ] I wonder if Motochika will be happy to hear that? [ A quiet laugh. ]

I...I won't doubt you. I trust father for everything. [ She finally looks back up at the SFC, complete adoration and love glowing in her gaze. ] Father thinks my hair is beautiful, even though it's not black or brown like everyone else. Like Lady Oichi, or Lady No.

[ Gracia allows the curse to echo her true feelings this time. ]