[ The hard set of his shoulders loosens a little—so, it's no danger. He hadn't even realized just how tense he was until now, the bags under his eyes dark enough to be apparent. ]
Flayn...
[ He's about to say no, a short pause drawing out in silence, but eventually he nods. He's not going to just let her go hungry or anything, even if this does feel like a Ploy. ]
Very well. Help me gather some kindling. [ ... ] I'm sure someone at your camp could have helped you with this as well, you know.
[ They both know this already, he just wants her to admit!! Why she's here!!! ]
[ At least she's honest. Maybe he's being insensitive—it's easy to charge ahead when he has an oath to fulfill, a death to avenge. Easy to miss the people at his side, too. He doesn't know what to do with her, at a loss for a moment.
Eventually, he wilts. ]
Thank you, Flayn. [ He says so quietly, before crouching to help her gather supplies, sweeping in more leaves and tinder with his arm. ] I'm happy to join you, of course—I apologize if I didn't seem pleased. These are... trying times.
[She doesn't look up from her work gathering twigs, though.]
You are correct. These times are... difficult. I appreciate your being willing to spend time with me, but... [Her voice trails off.] I do not wish to be a bother to you, either.
[Flayn hesitates, gathering a few more things for kindling.]
Please do tell me if I am being... overbearing. I always got so annoyed when my brother would be so with me, and I have no desire to do the same to you.
[ Dedue is overbearing, sometimes. Seteth is overbearing most of the time. Flayn is just doing a good deed, thinking of him when she doesn't have to.
He is immediately remorseful. ]
You're not a bother at all, Flayn. I am just... [ ugh. ] My moods go dark, sometimes.
[ But as though on cue to interrupt the dourness of the situation, his stomach rumbles. It's loud enough to be embarrassing, hand going to his middle with a surprised huff, like he's forgotten that bodies need sustenance, sometimes. ]
Well, no. It is not alright. I do not like the thought of you suffering alone when your mood turns dark. [She can only imagine how difficult it must be.] If there is anything I can do to assist you at times like those...
[...on the other hand, there is definitely something she can do about his rumbling belly. She gestures down at her fish.]
Perhaps some food will help, then. A meal always seems heartier when you share it with a friend.
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Flayn...
[ He's about to say no, a short pause drawing out in silence, but eventually he nods. He's not going to just let her go hungry or anything, even if this does feel like a Ploy. ]
Very well. Help me gather some kindling. [ ... ] I'm sure someone at your camp could have helped you with this as well, you know.
[ They both know this already, he just wants her to admit!! Why she's here!!! ]
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...well... yes, they could have, but I preferred to break my fast with you, Dimitri.
[...whatever, she'll admit it! It's fine. Everything is fine.
She hasn't gotten up from her rock yet, but she has leaned down to gather some of the sticks and twigs at her feet. They... might help for kindling.]
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[ At least she's honest. Maybe he's being insensitive—it's easy to charge ahead when he has an oath to fulfill, a death to avenge. Easy to miss the people at his side, too. He doesn't know what to do with her, at a loss for a moment.
Eventually, he wilts. ]
Thank you, Flayn. [ He says so quietly, before crouching to help her gather supplies, sweeping in more leaves and tinder with his arm. ] I'm happy to join you, of course—I apologize if I didn't seem pleased. These are... trying times.
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[She doesn't look up from her work gathering twigs, though.]
You are correct. These times are... difficult. I appreciate your being willing to spend time with me, but... [Her voice trails off.] I do not wish to be a bother to you, either.
[Flayn hesitates, gathering a few more things for kindling.]
Please do tell me if I am being... overbearing. I always got so annoyed when my brother would be so with me, and I have no desire to do the same to you.
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He is immediately remorseful. ]
You're not a bother at all, Flayn. I am just... [ ugh. ] My moods go dark, sometimes.
[ But as though on cue to interrupt the dourness of the situation, his stomach rumbles. It's loud enough to be embarrassing, hand going to his middle with a surprised huff, like he's forgotten that bodies need sustenance, sometimes. ]
...Or maybe I'm just hungry.
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[A beat.]
Well, no. It is not alright. I do not like the thought of you suffering alone when your mood turns dark. [She can only imagine how difficult it must be.] If there is anything I can do to assist you at times like those...
[...on the other hand, there is definitely something she can do about his rumbling belly. She gestures down at her fish.]
Perhaps some food will help, then. A meal always seems heartier when you share it with a friend.