[Flayn's first concern, when she does open her eyes several weeks later, is not the fact that she doesn't recognize her surroundings. After all, even in the haze of grief and exhaustion from that night, she can still clearly remember agreeing to accompany Claude to his destination.
Rather, it's how much time has passed. She feels well enough - she's much more well-rested than she was before, and her injuries have healed more quickly than they have any right to; there's still a faint impression of them, but they look as though they have long since healed over. Long slumbers such as this are restorative for her kind, though, even if she herself dreads them. It's unusual, perhaps, but even back in the monastery, she'd always brushed off concerns during training with "I heal quickly".
But not knowing how much time has passed is torture. Sitting here and waiting for someone to come and explain won't do her much good, either - so she changes out of the nightgown and into her clothes, folds up the bedclothes, and ventures out. It takes some doing, and she certainly ends up with more questions than answers.
Claude finds her just as she's opened one of the books in the Fódlan section. She barely has time to register that she can actually read the script before his voice draws her attention away from it, and she looks up.]
—oh, Claude. [A pause, and then - ] Or, do you prefer Khalid?
[That's what they had called him, after all... If anyone can understand, it's her. After all, he's not the only one who's used an alias.
(Is she avoiding acknowledging her long slumber so she won't have to explain it? Maybe!)]
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Rather, it's how much time has passed. She feels well enough - she's much more well-rested than she was before, and her injuries have healed more quickly than they have any right to; there's still a faint impression of them, but they look as though they have long since healed over. Long slumbers such as this are restorative for her kind, though, even if she herself dreads them. It's unusual, perhaps, but even back in the monastery, she'd always brushed off concerns during training with "I heal quickly".
But not knowing how much time has passed is torture. Sitting here and waiting for someone to come and explain won't do her much good, either - so she changes out of the nightgown and into her clothes, folds up the bedclothes, and ventures out. It takes some doing, and she certainly ends up with more questions than answers.
Claude finds her just as she's opened one of the books in the Fódlan section. She barely has time to register that she can actually read the script before his voice draws her attention away from it, and she looks up.]
—oh, Claude. [A pause, and then - ] Or, do you prefer Khalid?
[That's what they had called him, after all... If anyone can understand, it's her. After all, he's not the only one who's used an alias.
(Is she avoiding acknowledging her long slumber so she won't have to explain it? Maybe!)]