(He settles down next to her, perhaps a little heavier than he would have liked. Injuries aside, he is, actually, quite tired from traveling all morning. After eating, he'll probably rest against Badira or under a low tree or some place comfortable.)

He's a good man.

(So of course he would make sure they were taken care of. It's a shame that they hadn't had many opportunities to speak to each other before. Outside of the Roundtable meetings, they'd only spoken twice: Once so he could ask Holst to meet with Nader and again at Hilda's funeral-- he chooses to count the times before, during, and after as the same meeting. They were certainly brief enough.

... It's bittersweet to think about. Even the food tastes of it because like Flayn had guessed, these had been some of Hilda's favorites.

Instead of dwelling on the past though, he focuses on the present and the future,)

So what do you think? A pretty nice flight so far, right? (From mountains to hills to plains to rural villages to a magnificent city to more villages of a different kind.) From here, it's mostly plains and desert... so not much to see.

(The uneventful leg of their journey, to be honest.)

... Any new questions so far?

(About the things they've seen. The places they're going. Over lunch is a good time to talk, he thinks, as he begins to help himself.)