(He's quiet, his expression unchanging when he hears her answer. That was definitely more than just being tired. Tired people don't sleep for weeks without ever waking. It's clear that he's thinking about her answer and that he doesn't quite buy it.
But her stomach growls and he raises a brow and cracks an amused smile,)
... Right. You're probably hungry after all this time.
(Still no mention of how long she's slept. He rights himself, standing straight,)
How about a grand tour? (Follow him. As they walk, he'll raise a hand, waving it at the library around them,) This is the library. You'll find books about everything here. History, magic, medicine, science, math, poetry, novels... and some books from other countries, too, of course. If you want questions, this place has most of the answers.
(Not all of them. And she'll have to study quite a bit to read but... they'll worry about that later.
The rest of the tour is pretty straightforward and it's less of a tour and more of an explanation of the places they pass while going in a particular direction. Eventually, they arrive in the servant's wing. There are more people here and Claudes raises his hand in greeting to some of them who stare wide-eyed and slackjawed at the two of them before carrying about their duties. They get to the kitchen and one of the cooks exclaims something at him tiredly.
"You again? I don't have anything for you here!"
"It's not for me, Halima."
Flayn can tell they're talking about her because he gestures over towards her and the cook's brows knit close together as she looks her up and down twice and begins to throw things together from the cupboards. Claude smiles and he beckons for Flayn to come over, passing her a gold tray and setting a teapot, some glass cups, and a small plate of sugar sticks both white and gold. From the pantry, he takes a few ready made sweets and the cook sets a plate of something freshly fried and tossed in syrup before kicking them out. All of the sweets go into a nice little basket! He'll instruct Flayn to carry the basket and he'll take the tray and lead her off to a place not too far away out in the garden.
Everything comes to him naturally here, like he's already settled into the rhythm of things. The way he sets the tray on the bench between them instead of on the table and pours the tea for the two of them and dips one of the sugar sticks in to sweeten it instead of using cubes or spoons like back in Fodlan. There'd been the way he'd carried himself through the palace, knowing exactly where everything was...)
They'll bring some lunch for us later. Things are a little busy right now... it's the end of new year now.
(A hint that.... she's definitely been asleep for awhile. You know, assuming they're on the same calender. Which they are.)
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But her stomach growls and he raises a brow and cracks an amused smile,)
... Right. You're probably hungry after all this time.
(Still no mention of how long she's slept. He rights himself, standing straight,)
How about a grand tour? (Follow him. As they walk, he'll raise a hand, waving it at the library around them,) This is the library. You'll find books about everything here. History, magic, medicine, science, math, poetry, novels... and some books from other countries, too, of course. If you want questions, this place has most of the answers.
(Not all of them. And she'll have to study quite a bit to read but... they'll worry about that later.
The rest of the tour is pretty straightforward and it's less of a tour and more of an explanation of the places they pass while going in a particular direction. Eventually, they arrive in the servant's wing. There are more people here and Claudes raises his hand in greeting to some of them who stare wide-eyed and slackjawed at the two of them before carrying about their duties. They get to the kitchen and one of the cooks exclaims something at him tiredly.
"You again? I don't have anything for you here!"
"It's not for me, Halima."
Flayn can tell they're talking about her because he gestures over towards her and the cook's brows knit close together as she looks her up and down twice and begins to throw things together from the cupboards. Claude smiles and he beckons for Flayn to come over, passing her a gold tray and setting a teapot, some glass cups, and a small plate of sugar sticks both white and gold. From the pantry, he takes a few ready made sweets and the cook sets a plate of something freshly fried and tossed in syrup before kicking them out. All of the sweets go into a nice little basket! He'll instruct Flayn to carry the basket and he'll take the tray and lead her off to a place not too far away out in the garden.
Everything comes to him naturally here, like he's already settled into the rhythm of things. The way he sets the tray on the bench between them instead of on the table and pours the tea for the two of them and dips one of the sugar sticks in to sweeten it instead of using cubes or spoons like back in Fodlan. There'd been the way he'd carried himself through the palace, knowing exactly where everything was...)
They'll bring some lunch for us later. Things are a little busy right now... it's the end of new year now.
(A hint that.... she's definitely been asleep for awhile. You know, assuming they're on the same calender. Which they are.)