I’ll get you, and it’ll look like an accident. [Smiling. He’s jokinggggg.]

They turned me. Into a furry.

Oh, boy. Another rock to chew.

[Biting into a stone.] Crunchy.

Sylvain.

You should give up.

I want nothing to do with whatever Ashe just said I have to do.

More often than not, I find myself wishing I could taste things. Anything, really.

Lying on top of a rock. He deserves it. As a treat.

Hmph.

What I do in bed is of no concern of others.

… no reason. I just think that he deserves it.

I can get his brother too. I’m sure it would be understandable. After all, would anyone miss him, really?

He deserves it.

How about I just run him through? What about that?

I was NOT talking about HER.

I wasn’t calling HER that - I was talking about Claude specifically.

… … You knew what I had meant.

That son of a [REDACTED.]

I understand. I’m here to help, of course, but I believe Achilles doesn’t quite like the idea of me being involved in… any way. [He should get her to rest…]

(Heheh. Full name. Someone’s in trouble.) Ish fine. [Standing up with her help, wiping mud off of his face.] He seemed upset. I can’t blame him if he is.

[Weak thumbs up, face still in the mud. He’s fine, and has handled worse. But it’s not easy have a Pegasus stomp on your back.]

[How was HE supposed to know?! He’s just stuck in the mud. If he just stays here…]

[Mouth full of mud, hair dirty. What did he DO???!]

???!!!! Achi— [Face slammed into the mud below him.]

“I’ll have you know I scrub plenty. I’d much rather not walk around as the boar you so often claim I am.”

Sniff, sniff. “… recently. Do you truly believe that I don’t bathe?”

Ashe. Ashe Ubert? Our Ashe?

Who? Who did it this time?

“…” Sigh. “Forget about it, Felix. I appreciate you and your help. Truly.”

“As I’ve said. I’m the king. It’s my responsibility to know these things.”

“As much as I am glad you’re here to advise, it’s safe to say that you have more… pressing matters to handle. You’re more than capable, I’m sure.”

“As it stands, you’re the last person that should be advising anyone, Felix.” Oh, he just went there.

“What did I just say? Not. A. Word.”

“What I have on my hands has nothing to do with how I am on the battlefield. Have I ever led you astray?” … “Don’t answer that.”

“As king, it’s my duty to be sure my people are happy.” Looking at a message written in ink on his palm. “Don’t… er— Fumble the bag.”

Now, if you’d like —

I’m just standing here, Felix. I’ve said nothing to or about you.

[Holding back a genuine laugh.]

Damn it…

“… I don’t suppose saying that the blood is from a genuine boar will do me any good, will it? Who else would take care of dinner?” Literally anyone else…?

Damn. There’s blood on my cloak.

[He doesn’t know that. But it’s a soft and warm cloak, and as it stands, the cold hardly bothers him.]

//////// [He is but a man. Clearing his throat, he’d take off his cloak, walking behind her and draping it over her shoulders.] There. That should help.

[Looking her up and down. ////// Mmm…] Right. I expect nothing less. Do you… need my cloak?

It is… odd. But it’s very reasonable within the context of the festival, is it not?

I believe it was funny to see. Never in my years would I have thought I’d see you doing it.

Snrrk— Wait. You didn’t just…

[He’ll sleep when he’s dead. He has no plans of dying anytime soon.]