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[saviourking]

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[saviourking]

They were interesting, yes.

Then again, the same could be said of the entire event. I would never have predicted your involvement in those types of activities without seeing it first hand.

[crimsonflower]

Perhaps I should abstain from indulging in sweet Adrestian wine.

[saviourking]

[ Look he can only go so long without bringing sincerity into this. ]

Teasing aside, you need not feel any shame or concern for your behaviour. It was good to see you relaxed and I doubt anyone who remembers would feel differently.

[ Except Lorenz. ]

If you do not wish to partake again, I understand. I just hope embarrassment is not the cause.

[crimsonflower]

What were my answers for the game, by the by?

[saviourking]

As I'm certain you have already guessed, Hubert was among them. You named him first for Wed.

[ Considering Hubert's... devotion, he doubts anyone expected a different answer.]

Your other choices were less predictable.

[crimsonflower]

[Is he dragging this out to torture her? The fiend.]

Go on.

[saviourking]

I apologize, some are more challenging to remember than others. Behead, especially. You... had difficulty narrowing it down.

In the end, I believe your final answer ended up being a tie. Ferdinand, Felix, and one other who I've been unable to recall. If you ever settled on a single victim, it occurred after our paths separated.

[crimsonflower]

Oh, so I did not settle on anyone to bed, either? Very well.

Either way, perhaps it is best for you I avoid the wine considering this conversation started with the fact I threw a sword at you.

[saviourking]

A fair point. Still, you may wish to know I was not the original target for your projectile. Merely an unlucky bystander caught in the middle.

And you did select a third answer, in-between deciding who most deserved your wrath.

[ Two not unrelated events, actually. ]

[crimsonflower]

Would you please tell me who it was so that I may clear the air with that person?

[saviourking]

I'm not certain you will still wish to do so, considering, but it was Sylvain.

[crimsonflower]

[GOOD HEAVENS THAT WAS NOT THE ANSWER SHE HAD ANTICIPATED.]

Does he remember I said that?

[If she were a praying woman now would be the time, but she is not.]

[saviourking]

I imagine so, yes. He's always been more... familiar with indulgence than either of us.

[ And thus less prone to over indulgence, one would hope.

Wait.

Said? ]

Oh. I believe there's been a slight misunderstanding.

[crimsonflower]

Please elaborate.

[She's dying. You're killing her. She'd rather you take her head and rest it on a pike.]

[saviourking]

Yes, well. I had assumed you were asking for the original target of your misaimed attack. Thus, Sylvain.

But if it was the third answer for the game you were inquiring about, please consider the air already cleared. I knew last night your answer was never intended to be taken seriously.

[crimsonflower]

Have you had the injury completely healed with magic, or is it still on the mend?

[If that's what happened last night then maybe she does need to set some things straight.]

[saviourking]

It's been taken care of. What remains is a little sore, but it will pass soon enough.

[crimsonflower]

Ah, there goes my excuse to come check on you. Good to know you have recovered well.

[saviourking]

I was unaware you needed an excuse. Injury or no injury, I would never object to your company.

[ Regardless of the awkwardness brought about by last night. ]

[crimsonflower]

Very well. Where are you now?

[saviourking]

My quarters. Would you desire any particular snacks or tea?

[ Assuming she can stomach the idea. In hindsight, he had failed to inquire about her own health in light of the evening's intoxication. ]

[crimsonflower]

Chamomile, perhaps? I heard it can be good for nausea.

[Her headache is gone, but only because Hubert was kind enough to craft a potion. Even if it has made her stomach uneasy.]

[saviourking]

Amongst other benefits, yes. I'll make certain to have some prepared.

[ An easy task, considering it remains his favourite. Whether or not she's aware of this fact or it was merely a lucky coincidence is a mystery. ]

[crimsonflower]

[Perhaps it is coincidence. Perhaps she remembers...

Either way he will hear a steady rapping at his door in some time. If he opens it for her he'll find the woman in a soft outfit resembling the summer uniform. Her hair is tied half-up in a bun that is styled to look like a rose. The rest of her hair falls freely about her shoulders in cascading silver-white.]

[saviourking]

[ If it were not for the previous conversation, he would truly have no way of knowing she was feeling anything less than ideal. Her commitment to remaining well kept is impressive, as always. Even if it puts his own efforts to shame. ]

Edelgard, come in.

[ Outside of a desk that borders on cluttered, his quarters are tidy and bright. A sitting area lies to their right, large furniture circled around a dark wooden table. On it rests their tea and a small tray of light sweets. ]