[...well, she can't say she doesn't understand that. She's Flayn just as much as she's Cethleann, after all.

Claude feels more right to her, but that's because it's the name she's always known him as. But what feels more right to him, she wonders? Even if neither is wrong, she can imagine that it must feel strange to be called both at once. If most people here will be calling him Khalid, then...

...well, time will tell. She can attempt to call him by his birth name, but something tells her she'll slip up often. Old habits are hard to unlearn - she knows that firsthand, too.]

I see... well, it is hardly your fault that you were not able to tell me.

[Rather, it's kind of her fault for falling asleep like that?

Although she hadn't been planning to. There was a reason why she'd tried so hard to stay awake, after all.]

I must have been more tired than I realized. [She does not yet know just how many weeks it's been since she passed out.] But I—

[Whatever she's about to say is interrupted by a very loud, very distinct growl of her stomach.

Her cheeks flush. Oops.]