[ she looks almost tired when he asks that, and drains her cup of mead, crushing the paper afterwards and flash-incinerating it with a burst of heat from her palm. she shakes off the ashes.

if they're going to talk about this, she needs a drink in her. ]

It wouldn't change a thing. I watched Edelgard cut him down and did nothing... there wasn't another way. [ she takes in their surroundings, and takes a bite of her chicken skewer. finally: ] Walk with me?

[ this feels like an odd place to discuss it. ]