[He lets the first part go without comment and glances up when she indicates the bird. How did a bird get in the library...? That's not really important. Why did it pick up that flower petal and bring it to her? It's a very confusing thought, but not a concerning one. He's right - it's a coincidence. He can still play this off—
So naturally, she comes to the (right) wrong conclusion.]
It isn't mine. As though I would be troubled by something like that?
[The words are harsher than they should be when directed to her, but this hits a little too close to home. If he can't even admit it to Lady Edelgard, he certainly can't admit it to her. Just imagine how much of a nightmare that would be. She'd probably flee immediately. The thought's almost funny.
The hand he didn't use to help her up tightens without him really meaning for it to happen. The petals within are crushed even further. He can't let her get a look at them.]
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So naturally, she comes to the (right) wrong conclusion.]
It isn't mine. As though I would be troubled by something like that?
[The words are harsher than they should be when directed to her, but this hits a little too close to home. If he can't even admit it to Lady Edelgard, he certainly can't admit it to her. Just imagine how much of a nightmare that would be. She'd probably flee immediately. The thought's almost funny.
The hand he didn't use to help her up tightens without him really meaning for it to happen. The petals within are crushed even further. He can't let her get a look at them.]