[Flayn returns his I'm fine with a look that makes it rather clear she doesn't believe him. You know who else told her he was fine? Her father, last night, while he was suffering from wounds that would probably kill him if left untreated. There's a reason she didn't get any sleep last night.
But it's the fact that she didn't get any sleep last night that keeps her from arguing with him. Instead, she resolves to do it while they're flying. What's he going to do, push her off Badira's back to stop her from healing him?
...although Badira seems to have her own thoughts on the matter. It might be a coincidence, but that roar right after his denial certainly sounds like a rebuke, and it makes the corners of Flayn's lips twitch into the beginnings of a very, very faint smile. It doesn't quite reach her eyes and it doesn't linger for very long, but it's there for a brief instant.
You tell him, Badira.]
This is not too heavy. [She has to readjust her hold on it, though. It's not too heavy, but her limbs are already heavy with exhaustion, so it just takes a second. She's quick to unwrap the basket and get things set up while he's taking care of his wyvern, and by the time he returns, he should be able to just plop down and eat.
As for what Holst has for them...]
He made sure that we would eat well.
[This is their first day's provisions, so it's a little fresher than the food that they'll have to keep stored until later in their journey. There are sandwiches made from Derdriu-style fried pheasant and cheese, a red turnip salad, and a trio of sweet buns. The pastries themselves are a little clumsily made, as though they were prepared by someone who doesn't normally make sweets.
It's a little bittersweet, really. Flayn can recall seeing Hilda eat some of these dishes at the monastery, when they would end up in the dining hall together - did she like them because she would eat them with Holst, or did Holst prepare them because she liked them?
Claude might know, but it feels intrusive to ask, so she doesn't.]
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But it's the fact that she didn't get any sleep last night that keeps her from arguing with him. Instead, she resolves to do it while they're flying. What's he going to do, push her off Badira's back to stop her from healing him?
...although Badira seems to have her own thoughts on the matter. It might be a coincidence, but that roar right after his denial certainly sounds like a rebuke, and it makes the corners of Flayn's lips twitch into the beginnings of a very, very faint smile. It doesn't quite reach her eyes and it doesn't linger for very long, but it's there for a brief instant.
You tell him, Badira.]
This is not too heavy. [She has to readjust her hold on it, though. It's not too heavy, but her limbs are already heavy with exhaustion, so it just takes a second. She's quick to unwrap the basket and get things set up while he's taking care of his wyvern, and by the time he returns, he should be able to just plop down and eat.
As for what Holst has for them...]
He made sure that we would eat well.
[This is their first day's provisions, so it's a little fresher than the food that they'll have to keep stored until later in their journey. There are sandwiches made from Derdriu-style fried pheasant and cheese, a red turnip salad, and a trio of sweet buns. The pastries themselves are a little clumsily made, as though they were prepared by someone who doesn't normally make sweets.
It's a little bittersweet, really. Flayn can recall seeing Hilda eat some of these dishes at the monastery, when they would end up in the dining hall together - did she like them because she would eat them with Holst, or did Holst prepare them because she liked them?
Claude might know, but it feels intrusive to ask, so she doesn't.]