If they'd just had a little more time, maybe Flayn could do something about it. After all - what is her power for, if not bringing people back from the brink of death? He's only lasted as long as he has because she's been tending to them as he traveled; if not for her extreme aptitude for the healing arts, he'd have perished already. If there was somewhere safe for him, then she could stabilize him, and he could sleep in peace to recover, but -
There is nowhere safe in Fódlan. Not really. Even Goneril, one of the last holdouts, will be surrendering to the Empire in a matter of days. Seteth and Flayn both know that if they're found here, it will complicate matters for Holst and the people under his command, and they certainly don't want to be the reason for any further bloodshed.
Ultimately, Seteth makes the decision. His priority is and always has been Flayn's safety - over her protests, he insists that she'll be doing whatever has the highest chance for her to survive, and in this case, that means accompanying Claude. It means leaving him. Even when she pleads with him, not caring who might overhear (because what does it matter, at this point?) -
"Please, Father..."
"Do as I say."
Flayn doesn't sleep. She lingers at his bedside for as long as she can, furiously working at his wounds with healing magic, until there's no time left at all. First light fast approaches, and reluctantly, they say their goodbyes.
She makes her way to Fódlan's Locket with a downcast expression and reddened eyes, armed with two things - the Caduceus Staff, strapped to her back, and the Spear of Assal, cradled in her arms. In the distance, Claude may spot what looks like a silhouette of a wyvern with the prone form of a man secured to its back - it's winging its way northward, toward Sreng. The chances are slim that he's going to make it there alive, but they'd both known that; still, it's better than allowing him to remain here. If he can make it into the Wind Caller's territory, there is a very small chance that he might recover.
If he dies en route, at least his remains can be protected.
Someday, she'll come back. She'll search for him. But right now, as he's reminded her, her priority is survival. She has to live so that they can perhaps be reunited someday, but if he passes on out there, alone, then she has to live on for the both of them.
But she won't say where he's going. The fewer people who know, the safer he'll be, if something does happen. She doesn't think Claude will just let it slip, but you never know. She's accustomed enough to keeping secrets that one more won't kill her.]
...thank you for this.
[Her voice is small, and she sounds tired, but she knows. It's time to go.]
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If they'd just had a little more time, maybe Flayn could do something about it. After all - what is her power for, if not bringing people back from the brink of death? He's only lasted as long as he has because she's been tending to them as he traveled; if not for her extreme aptitude for the healing arts, he'd have perished already. If there was somewhere safe for him, then she could stabilize him, and he could sleep in peace to recover, but -
There is nowhere safe in Fódlan. Not really. Even Goneril, one of the last holdouts, will be surrendering to the Empire in a matter of days. Seteth and Flayn both know that if they're found here, it will complicate matters for Holst and the people under his command, and they certainly don't want to be the reason for any further bloodshed.
Ultimately, Seteth makes the decision. His priority is and always has been Flayn's safety - over her protests, he insists that she'll be doing whatever has the highest chance for her to survive, and in this case, that means accompanying Claude. It means leaving him. Even when she pleads with him, not caring who might overhear (because what does it matter, at this point?) -
"Please, Father..."
"Do as I say."
Flayn doesn't sleep. She lingers at his bedside for as long as she can, furiously working at his wounds with healing magic, until there's no time left at all. First light fast approaches, and reluctantly, they say their goodbyes.
She makes her way to Fódlan's Locket with a downcast expression and reddened eyes, armed with two things - the Caduceus Staff, strapped to her back, and the Spear of Assal, cradled in her arms. In the distance, Claude may spot what looks like a silhouette of a wyvern with the prone form of a man secured to its back - it's winging its way northward, toward Sreng. The chances are slim that he's going to make it there alive, but they'd both known that; still, it's better than allowing him to remain here. If he can make it into the Wind Caller's territory, there is a very small chance that he might recover.
If he dies en route, at least his remains can be protected.
Someday, she'll come back. She'll search for him. But right now, as he's reminded her, her priority is survival. She has to live so that they can perhaps be reunited someday, but if he passes on out there, alone, then she has to live on for the both of them.
But she won't say where he's going. The fewer people who know, the safer he'll be, if something does happen. She doesn't think Claude will just let it slip, but you never know. She's accustomed enough to keeping secrets that one more won't kill her.]
...thank you for this.
[Her voice is small, and she sounds tired, but she knows. It's time to go.]