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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[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.]