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]

[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.]