[A faint sound- perhaps a private amusement- comes from him at the thought of someone like her coerced into something so... mundane. And smelly. Goats, really. The life of a wanderer must, he imagines, take all kinds of turns. And hearing about each of them ever had been a treat, but goats!
A hand rises to stifle the aforementioned amusement before it can blossom into a laugh, his eyes lowering toward it...
...And when he's composed enough, or rather, feels composed enough, he turns his gaze back. And oh. She looks so confused...! He can't help but display a little sympathy in his expression even though he has absolutely no idea what an Eorzea even is.
How to proceed? He can't lie to a friend. Or most of one, whether she remembers it or not.]
Not quite.
...We could play a game. If I may ask where your travels have taken you, I could provide a hint should you get warm.
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[A faint sound- perhaps a private amusement- comes from him at the thought of someone like her coerced into something so... mundane. And smelly. Goats, really. The life of a wanderer must, he imagines, take all kinds of turns. And hearing about each of them ever had been a treat, but goats!
A hand rises to stifle the aforementioned amusement before it can blossom into a laugh, his eyes lowering toward it...
...And when he's composed enough, or rather, feels composed enough, he turns his gaze back. And oh. She looks so confused...! He can't help but display a little sympathy in his expression even though he has absolutely no idea what an Eorzea even is.
How to proceed? He can't lie to a friend. Or most of one, whether she remembers it or not.]
Not quite.
...We could play a game. If I may ask where your travels have taken you, I could provide a hint should you get warm.
[Hopefully, anyway.]