[His is not the first face from Fódlan she has had the pleasure of seeing again. If... 'pleasure' is the proper word for it. Her feelings on this strange occurrence of reunions is complicated, at best. There is familiarity and in familiarity, even one that may not be the most close, there is a semblance of security and stability. Does she trust any of them? Perhaps no more than they trust her, and none of them in this very strange set of circumstances has really any reason to.
To her, they are all victims of time, even if it has, in the case of Felix, only touched in slight. Claude too is enough of the young man she knew of in academy days that she can recognise him. The turn and lilt of his tone. That overconfidence, which seems well-founded given his reputation. Rather, what little she's known of it, given that only monastery whispers have found their ways into her ears.
Faced with him, he is pointed. Very to the point. Very... Claude. In the past, she has been able to avoid many conversation topics by filling in a void with information that is not nearly as much as it seems. She has thought it more than once since her arrival that she will not always be able to resort to this. Against Claude, she images she has very much met her match. He is a cunning man. Dangerous, some might say, and though he has never quite outright spoken against her, she recognises him for the threat he very well may be.]
I suspect you may be inclined to ask me of things others have since my arrival. [She replies kindly, finding that in ways here and there, she has said much the same thing to those who have inquired.] That is, if you wish to know of what last I saw... [Rhea shakes her head.] Younger days. A younger you. At the time of the fall of Garreg Mach.
[And yet knowing him, Claude likely has so much more to pursue. He always has and he has never been shy about chasing it down. Already Rhea's mind is turning with possibilities. She finds herself at the same place she was before. If they should fail to remember what they learn in this world, what harm is there in being so honest? Old habits die hard, however, and Rhea clings to sentiments that will do her no good here.]
Can she accept the Starbucks and refuse the lamp?
To her, they are all victims of time, even if it has, in the case of Felix, only touched in slight. Claude too is enough of the young man she knew of in academy days that she can recognise him. The turn and lilt of his tone. That overconfidence, which seems well-founded given his reputation. Rather, what little she's known of it, given that only monastery whispers have found their ways into her ears.
Faced with him, he is pointed. Very to the point. Very... Claude. In the past, she has been able to avoid many conversation topics by filling in a void with information that is not nearly as much as it seems. She has thought it more than once since her arrival that she will not always be able to resort to this. Against Claude, she images she has very much met her match. He is a cunning man. Dangerous, some might say, and though he has never quite outright spoken against her, she recognises him for the threat he very well may be.]
I suspect you may be inclined to ask me of things others have since my arrival. [She replies kindly, finding that in ways here and there, she has said much the same thing to those who have inquired.] That is, if you wish to know of what last I saw... [Rhea shakes her head.] Younger days. A younger you. At the time of the fall of Garreg Mach.
[And yet knowing him, Claude likely has so much more to pursue. He always has and he has never been shy about chasing it down. Already Rhea's mind is turning with possibilities. She finds herself at the same place she was before. If they should fail to remember what they learn in this world, what harm is there in being so honest? Old habits die hard, however, and Rhea clings to sentiments that will do her no good here.]