[Yenh looks at the scar, and then folds her arm down so she can lay her head properly on it. She withdraws her hand and curls her fingers into a loose fist. This is the worst pillowtalk of her life.]
How fortuitous, then, that it shall not come to pass. You needn't worry, milord. I'm clear about our relationship to each other, even now.
[She lays a hand on her bare chest in an earnest salute.]
I apologize for the slight to Ishgard. Even if I stand by my feelings of discontent about bastard children, I've naught but fond and warm regard for the realm that welcomed me when none else would.
[Well, there ARE more points of discontent peppered into those "fond and warm regards" that she could talk about. She has a very comprehensive list about all the terrible nonsense that goes on in Ishgard, but she can feel Alphinaud screaming from across the astral plane. So, none of that will get said.]
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How fortuitous, then, that it shall not come to pass. You needn't worry, milord. I'm clear about our relationship to each other, even now.
[She lays a hand on her bare chest in an earnest salute.]
I apologize for the slight to Ishgard. Even if I stand by my feelings of discontent about bastard children, I've naught but fond and warm regard for the realm that welcomed me when none else would.
[Well, there ARE more points of discontent peppered into those "fond and warm regards" that she could talk about. She has a very comprehensive list about all the terrible nonsense that goes on in Ishgard, but she can feel Alphinaud screaming from across the astral plane. So, none of that will get said.]