There's no sticking around, either, though. It could be disastrous if either one of them was caught separately. But together, in Goneril's territory? That would be even worse. They have to go, and they have to go quickly, lest someone catch up to them before they're safe.
Flayn is well aware of all of this, but that doesn't make the parting hurt any less. She finds herself gazing north, watching the silhouette of the wyvern vanishing into the horizon, and then drops her gaze to Claude's offered hand.
She reaches out to take it as he speaks, and he'll probably feel her flinch at the word forever.]
I know.
[But that's the thing. If Seteth does die of his wounds, and she survives this, she's going to live a very, very long life without him. This wasn't what she'd had in mind when she'd decided that someday she would leave the nest.]
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There's no sticking around, either, though. It could be disastrous if either one of them was caught separately. But together, in Goneril's territory? That would be even worse. They have to go, and they have to go quickly, lest someone catch up to them before they're safe.
Flayn is well aware of all of this, but that doesn't make the parting hurt any less. She finds herself gazing north, watching the silhouette of the wyvern vanishing into the horizon, and then drops her gaze to Claude's offered hand.
She reaches out to take it as he speaks, and he'll probably feel her flinch at the word forever.]
I know.
[But that's the thing. If Seteth does die of his wounds, and she survives this, she's going to live a very, very long life without him. This wasn't what she'd had in mind when she'd decided that someday she would leave the nest.]
...we should depart. I am prepared to travel.
[She's as ready as she'll ever be.]