[ Era cannot help but once more entertain the thought that this is Zenith wishing to punish her, and hates that - if true - it has worked. But she has no more to say to Estinien. She is angry. Livid. Even if she cared to press matters further it would be of no use.
If he sees her as an enemy then so be it. Naegling is hers, and neither he nor Zenith will ever pry it from her hands. But no matter what Estinien does he will never be an enemy to her.
It was unfortunate timing.
Era stares at her unappetizing food, the disapproving looks, then climbs down from her stool to offer apologetic words and a bow for the wasted food. She waits until Estinien has moved far enough away that she can make her way outside without appearing as though she is following him. Stairs are still difficult, so she heads to her room's window, pulls out her lance, and jumps inside.
It was an unwise exertion, though she cannot be sure if it was that alone that leaves her shaking and nauseous. She is suddenly incredibly grateful for the sink in her room as it saves her from rushing to the restroom. It seems she would have wasted her food either way. She changes into one of Aymeric's shirts, wraps herself in a blanket, and holds his sword tight against her chest as she waits for Emmy to return.
Perhaps she can send word to her other friends to help her keep an eye on Estinien? From afar, of course.
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If he sees her as an enemy then so be it. Naegling is hers, and neither he nor Zenith will ever pry it from her hands. But no matter what Estinien does he will never be an enemy to her.
It was unfortunate timing.
Era stares at her unappetizing food, the disapproving looks, then climbs down from her stool to offer apologetic words and a bow for the wasted food. She waits until Estinien has moved far enough away that she can make her way outside without appearing as though she is following him. Stairs are still difficult, so she heads to her room's window, pulls out her lance, and jumps inside.
It was an unwise exertion, though she cannot be sure if it was that alone that leaves her shaking and nauseous. She is suddenly incredibly grateful for the sink in her room as it saves her from rushing to the restroom. It seems she would have wasted her food either way. She changes into one of Aymeric's shirts, wraps herself in a blanket, and holds his sword tight against her chest as she waits for Emmy to return.
Perhaps she can send word to her other friends to help her keep an eye on Estinien? From afar, of course.
Loki might help.
She will keep Naegling close and consider it. ]