Flayn hadn't had any idea what to expect of Almyra. Her perspective of it has been colored by the information she's been able to get within Fódlan's borders - books (certainly not written by Almyrans), the stories of soldiers who have fought against the Almyrans, Cyril's accounts of his life before Rhea...
Once they get further into the country, the scenery isn't the same as what she's used to, but it's beautiful in its own way. She watches with wide eyes, taking in all the new, unfamiliar sights and committing them to memory. The city they pass over is especially breathtaking, and she finds herself twisting a little to look back at the architecture until it vanishes from sight.
She'd like to see more of it, but - there will be time for that later. Claude's already doing more than she could ever have asked of him just by bringing her here at all; she's not going to ask for a detour.
When they start to make their descent, she brings up a hand to cover a yawn. She's exhausted from lack of sleep, but she doesn't want to rest yet. Instead, she forces herself to focus on her surroundings - the children they fly over (she waves back), the river they're landing near, and Claude himself as he hops down.
She catches that intake of breath, and then the way he recovers. When he helps her down, she's very careful not to lean on him too much.]
A picnic would be nice. Although, I am certain that you would enjoy it more if you were uninjured. [She looks up at him.] Will you allow me to do that much for you, at least?
[It's what her abilities are for, after all. What good is she, if she can't ease the pains of the people around her?]
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Flayn hadn't had any idea what to expect of Almyra. Her perspective of it has been colored by the information she's been able to get within Fódlan's borders - books (certainly not written by Almyrans), the stories of soldiers who have fought against the Almyrans, Cyril's accounts of his life before Rhea...
Once they get further into the country, the scenery isn't the same as what she's used to, but it's beautiful in its own way. She watches with wide eyes, taking in all the new, unfamiliar sights and committing them to memory. The city they pass over is especially breathtaking, and she finds herself twisting a little to look back at the architecture until it vanishes from sight.
She'd like to see more of it, but - there will be time for that later. Claude's already doing more than she could ever have asked of him just by bringing her here at all; she's not going to ask for a detour.
When they start to make their descent, she brings up a hand to cover a yawn. She's exhausted from lack of sleep, but she doesn't want to rest yet. Instead, she forces herself to focus on her surroundings - the children they fly over (she waves back), the river they're landing near, and Claude himself as he hops down.
She catches that intake of breath, and then the way he recovers. When he helps her down, she's very careful not to lean on him too much.]
A picnic would be nice. Although, I am certain that you would enjoy it more if you were uninjured. [She looks up at him.] Will you allow me to do that much for you, at least?
[It's what her abilities are for, after all. What good is she, if she can't ease the pains of the people around her?]