>>5230427>>5229619>>5229610>>5229607>>5229551>>5229510>>5229507>>5229486>>5229484>Keep looking.>Offer some of your clothing. You kept spare military jackets on hand.You can’t pry your gaze from the woman, much to the shame of your family name–admittedly, you feel a tad envious. You’ll have to hit the weights when you return to the manor..
“..You’re staring.” Emilia mutters, seemingly now conscious of her state of dress. She sheepishly turns away.
“That’s improper, Von Gundyr.” A quiet voice chides you as a set of porcelain hands wrap around your eyes from behind and obscures the knight from your sight.
“I merely thought to offer her clothes!” You insist, a last-ditch defense of your chivalry. “My rucksack has a few spares. Dress yourself before you catch a cold.”
“Men’s clothing?” The dhampir echoes.
“Well, it’s not as if any of yours will fit her.” You respond matter-of-factly. You feel someone kick your shin.
You catch awkward shuffling and mumbling as the knight dresses herself with your spares–the jangling of the metal, the stirring up of the cloth. In a short few moments, the doll’s hands gently unwrap from your eyes and reveal the woman before you. She cuts an impressive figure in your own dress. You wore that garb once early on in your career as a cavalier!
“Does it.. suit me?” Emilia asks in a quiet voice, sheepishly grabbing her own hand.
“Yes, like I thought.” You respond confidently, arms folded. “Your shoulders and arms are far wider than most women, so my jacket is suitably–”
“Shall we continue?” The dhampir cuts you off before you can dig your own grave any further. “We had better not risk a run-in with the AUF ARSENE.”
Your party continues forth along the block–another quiet falls over your assemblage.
Noelle hums a song to herself. You recognize the song as one she sung when she dissected men.
Emilia seems now relieved, her shoulders eased and face softened as she trails close behind you.
Ava, on the other hand, seems to have lost the wry superiority and edge she had in the beginning, and in its place her gaze is now distant and dark–-you took notice of it with Morne, but now with Ingrid she’s grown all but desolate.
>Continue on in quiet. You don’t need to stir on any undue feelings.>Speak with Noelle.>Speak with Emilia.>Speak with Ava.>Write-In. 