[It's not a lie - Flayn is curious. One of her hobbies at the monastery had been listening to other people's tales, after all, since it was hardly likely that she would get to go out and experience much on her own, what with the fact that she was constantly under Seteth's watchful eye. She likes reading, too, when she can get her hands on informative books (which is unfortunately not as often as she likes), but there's something special about hearing it directly from the source.

So, she leans forward slightly, her eyes bright and curious, as Claude begins to explain, and sips at her tea as he does.]

That is rather odd, though... I cannot think of many within Fódlan who have actually visited Almyra. How could they possibly know?

[...well, some have visited the border for battle, but -

That really isn't the same thing at all.

What he says next certainly derails those thoughts, though. There is a lot about Almyra that people clearly don't know - the identity of the members of the royal family, for one. Had Rhea known, over the course of the year Claude was a part of the Officers Academy?

She can't imagine that she did. Surely she would have at least mentioned it to Seteth. Surely she would have at least overheard something it, even if it had not been mentioned to her...

No, she thinks. Rhea is not exactly a blabbermouth, but if she had known, others would have. The rumors about Claude would have been very, very different.

Perhaps more unpleasant than they already were, in fact.

She mulls that over, then sets her teacup down with a nod.]

I see. Ah—

[...hm. Where to start.]

Is there anything that I can do to be of assistance with that...?

[She should, perhaps, but more startled by the fact that he's royalty.

But whether he's Claude or Khalid, whether he's the grandson of Duke Riegan or the son of the King of Almyra - he's still himself, isn't he? He's the same person who brought her to safety and is looking out for her even now.

In her mind, it doesn't change too much.]