[The flames eventually climb high enough that Flayn can't safely jump over them - but that's fine. Claude and the others manage quite handily, though she can't help but gasp, her brows furrowing in concern, when it looks like he and the others are leaping through the flames.

But Claude doesn't seem to have actually caught fire, and neither does Nader, and she watches and listens with interest as Tiana explains who he and the others who are jumping with them are.]

I see... [It's no small wonder, then, that Claude and Nader seem so close; war is terrible, but it can bring people together when they fight on the same side. It's an intense form of camaraderie, but camaraderie nonetheless.] He is quite—

[Impressive, she's about to say.

But then there's that roar, and the man who bursts from the flames is even more impressive. She watches with wide eyes after he leaps and scatters the fire for the children, relaxes when Nader arranges for the bonfire to be broken up for the other groups, and then her breath catches when he throws an arm around Cladue's shoulders and guides him over.

Their resemblance is striking. Even without Tiana saying his name and making it obvious that she knows him, it's obvious who this must be.

She bows, in the same way Claude had shown her before, suddenly flustered. She'd managed it is an honor to meet you in Almyran to Tiana, before, but being addressed so directly by Malik, she doesn't seem to know what to say.

Tiana puts a hand on her arm, encouraging.]

Ah - yes. And you are Khalid's father, obviously. I mean— [She bows again.] The king! It is an honor and a pleasure to meet you, sir.