[ Thancred does assume the walls have ears, having served as those ears many a time in his line of work. While he would like to believe that he would sense if there was someone actually present and eavesdropping on them, magick throws all of those usual senses out the window. He'd benefited from one of G'raha's Vanish spells himself, not so long ago.

When asked about home, he pauses for a moment and turns back to face Byleth. In truth, she's far more interesting than these empty cells, as he's already gathered as much as he can from them. Still, thinking of Eorzea and Etheirys as a whole is troubling when he's in the dark about its ultimate fate. He's decided to believe that Himeka will avert the Final Days, as she has always somehow found the strength to succeed in the face of impossible odds, but that uncertainty is still not comforting. ]

The star from whence I hail is called Etheirys, or Hydaelyn. [ Not anymore, mayhap. She's given all she can to carry them through. They can't squander it. ] More specifically, I spend quite a lot of my time in the region called Eorzea.

[ It's entirely possible she's from the same place, but he won't assume. ] ... All of which means nothing to you, I imagine. [ He offers a disarming smile. ]