(So she'd noticed, huh? He must be tired to have let that slip.)
I'm fine. (He insists, his tone even and careful. One might really think he's, well, actually okay. He's a natural liar.) It's nothing a little bit of rest won't take care of.
(He's heard about Flayn's healing. She was a natural, right? She was something of a miracle worker for the Knights and their allies. Really, Claude didn't understand it completely. He'd never had much talent for magic and any power that relied on Fodlan's faith was... foreign to him in more than one sense.
... But this would be a good chance to see her skill for himself, wouldn't it? And honestly, it would be a good idea to make sure he was in his best condition before returning to those grand halls.
It's actually Badira that acts next. She spreads her wings and lets out a screechy whine. One might think she was disagreeing with her master. Or maybe she's just hungry. That's how he chooses to interpret it at least and he starts to undo one of the packs on her back. He hands Flayn a wrapped basket-- their provisions for the first day.)
Take this. It isn't too heavy for you, is it? (And he'll undo a hunter's bag next. ) I'll take care of Badira first. You go ahead and start eating.
(She really, really should rest, he thinks.)
It won't take long.
(And really, it doesn't! From the sack, he feeds Badira some rabbits which she devours quickly and he leads her over towards the river's edge so he can wash his hands and water her. She's a tame wyvern and can mostly be left alone from there so he returns to Flayn, removing his gloves and setting them down next to him.)
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(So she'd noticed, huh? He must be tired to have let that slip.)
I'm fine. (He insists, his tone even and careful. One might really think he's, well, actually okay. He's a natural liar.) It's nothing a little bit of rest won't take care of.
(He's heard about Flayn's healing. She was a natural, right? She was something of a miracle worker for the Knights and their allies. Really, Claude didn't understand it completely. He'd never had much talent for magic and any power that relied on Fodlan's faith was... foreign to him in more than one sense.
... But this would be a good chance to see her skill for himself, wouldn't it? And honestly, it would be a good idea to make sure he was in his best condition before returning to those grand halls.
It's actually Badira that acts next. She spreads her wings and lets out a screechy whine. One might think she was disagreeing with her master. Or maybe she's just hungry. That's how he chooses to interpret it at least and he starts to undo one of the packs on her back. He hands Flayn a wrapped basket-- their provisions for the first day.)
Take this. It isn't too heavy for you, is it? (And he'll undo a hunter's bag next. ) I'll take care of Badira first. You go ahead and start eating.
(She really, really should rest, he thinks.)
It won't take long.
(And really, it doesn't! From the sack, he feeds Badira some rabbits which she devours quickly and he leads her over towards the river's edge so he can wash his hands and water her. She's a tame wyvern and can mostly be left alone from there so he returns to Flayn, removing his gloves and setting them down next to him.)
What did he pack us?