[After all this time makes her furrow her brow, honestly; she doesn't know what he means by all this time. A matter of days? Weeks? Months? Surely it can't be years; Claude is dressed differently, but he doesn't seem to have aged dramatically enough for it to have been that long. If nothing else, that is something she can take comfort in.
Anyway, she lets out a small sigh of relief when he doesn't follow up with any questions about how she managed to sleep that long and chooses to give her a tour of the library instead. She follows after him, glancing curiously at each section as he points them out. So many things to read... once she figures out how to read Almyran, after all.]
I see. It certainly seems well-stocked!
[...and hopefully not censored like Garreg Mach's library was.
Thinking that is a little painful, though. It was only censored because Seteth was overprotective, and now he's not here to be...
She shakes her head, trying to clear the thought. She can't afford to dwell on that right now; she has to pay attention to their surroundings as Claude leads the way. And so she does, taking note of where everything they pass is in relation to the library. The sooner she learns the layout of this place, the better; she doesn't want to be dependent on people showing her the way forever. She wants to be able to get around on her own.
...she's really going to have to practice Almyran and learn to speak it quickly, though. Realizing that Claude and Halima are talking about her, but not being able to tell what they're saying, is a little maddening, although she can't imagine any of it was unkind; the way the woman begins making snacks for them immediately after looking at her just proves she's kindhearted. Flayn imagines she must look rather hungry right about now, depending on how much time has actually passed.
It's a simple enough matter to hold onto the tray until the basket is ready and Claude has taken it back; switching to the basket of sweets is even easier. She manages a smile and a soft "thank you" to Halima (although, she doesn't know if Halima can understand her) before she turns to follow Claude out to the gardens.
There's a soft intake of breath as they step out.]
It is beautiful...
[...really, she wouldn't have expected to find gardens like this in Almyra. They're certainly different from the gardens in Fódlan, in terms of the plants grown, and the layout... the little pools are new, and the furniture is certainly different. But it's both eye-catching and comfortable. There isn't a lot of space for the basket on the bench between them, what with the tray being there, so she sets it on the table and watches as he pours tea and uses a sugar stick to sweeten it.
Hmm... she tries it herself, and then takes a sip. Her expression softens into a smile.]
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Anyway, she lets out a small sigh of relief when he doesn't follow up with any questions about how she managed to sleep that long and chooses to give her a tour of the library instead. She follows after him, glancing curiously at each section as he points them out. So many things to read... once she figures out how to read Almyran, after all.]
I see. It certainly seems well-stocked!
[...and hopefully not censored like Garreg Mach's library was.
Thinking that is a little painful, though. It was only censored because Seteth was overprotective, and now he's not here to be...
She shakes her head, trying to clear the thought. She can't afford to dwell on that right now; she has to pay attention to their surroundings as Claude leads the way. And so she does, taking note of where everything they pass is in relation to the library. The sooner she learns the layout of this place, the better; she doesn't want to be dependent on people showing her the way forever. She wants to be able to get around on her own.
...she's really going to have to practice Almyran and learn to speak it quickly, though. Realizing that Claude and Halima are talking about her, but not being able to tell what they're saying, is a little maddening, although she can't imagine any of it was unkind; the way the woman begins making snacks for them immediately after looking at her just proves she's kindhearted. Flayn imagines she must look rather hungry right about now, depending on how much time has actually passed.
It's a simple enough matter to hold onto the tray until the basket is ready and Claude has taken it back; switching to the basket of sweets is even easier. She manages a smile and a soft "thank you" to Halima (although, she doesn't know if Halima can understand her) before she turns to follow Claude out to the gardens.
There's a soft intake of breath as they step out.]
It is beautiful...
[...really, she wouldn't have expected to find gardens like this in Almyra. They're certainly different from the gardens in Fódlan, in terms of the plants grown, and the layout... the little pools are new, and the furniture is certainly different. But it's both eye-catching and comfortable. There isn't a lot of space for the basket on the bench between them, what with the tray being there, so she sets it on the table and watches as he pours tea and uses a sugar stick to sweeten it.
Hmm... she tries it herself, and then takes a sip. Her expression softens into a smile.]
...this is lovely. Thank you, Claude.
[But, wait. The end of new year...?
She really can't avoid asking now, can she...]
Ah... has it really been that long?