we are the cursed we came from fire and ice

[advancements]

(catchall for camilla's and xander's adventures through fódlan!)

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Very well, you have me beat. You're welcome, then.

[That last part gets him to glance back over his shoulder in the direction of the dining hall, like he's worried they've been followed. They haven't, and there doesn't seem to be anyone around either.]

No, of course not.

[Right? They'd probably get the wrong idea...

Oh. He's still holding her hand... Right, he should probably just... let go...]

Well, ah... Thank you. For seeking me out tonight. I... It was a pleasure talking with you, Dorothea.

[It's awkward, like he really has no damn idea what to do with himself. He doesn't turn to leave just yet, however.]

[selfdisdain]

[...Oh no, she actually scared him, didn't she? Shoot. Dorothea will just...let go...which is much easier said than done and getting her cheeks to go pink again but...]

It's no trouble at all. I wanted to chat with you anyway. And it was really nice to talk with you, Xandy.

[...This is awkward and she doesn't usually lose her words like this, what the fuck.]

Get some good rest, okay? It's back to normal classes tomorrow, so...we both need to be at our best, I'm sure.

[Dorothea doesn't make to go back to her room, and honestly, we're just. Both kinda dying here, aren't we.]

[advancements]

[We sure are.]

Ah, of course. I wouldn't dream of letting you— the Black Eagles down.

[Well that sure was a slip-up wasn't it oh god oh man, move on, quickly—]

Thank you again, and if there's anything I can do to assist you in the future, please let me know.

[The words are rushed, and probably more of a default reaction than anything else, given that he ducks into a bow immediately afterwards. And then he turns on his heel to leave, because ohhhhh man that was embarrassing.]

[selfdisdain]

[Ah, of course. I wouldn't dream of letting you— the Black Eagles down.

Oh.

Oh that's a slip-up and a half, oh gods--]

Ah--right, right, of course! I will!

[Dorothea's own words are rushed, and she just kind of blurts after him--]

Have a good night!

[Aaaaand Dorothea goes into her room as fast as she can and slams the door shut, promptly inserting her face into both of her hands and lowkey screaming from embarrassment.]