Franz made his way towards the kitchen, taking care to not make any heavy steps that might alert any others awake at such an early hour. Was perhaps the fourth bell of the morning?
As he stood at the stove, stirring the contents of the small pot, he reflected on what had happened recently. Ciceroix had been in trouble, his sister Miette under some form of control to hunt him down to kill. Reinette and Jancis had been there to make a peaceful resolution, and he, he had been useless in the entire endeavor, it seemed. No better than some training dummy meant for archers to practice hitting their marks. While the others had found a solution to save both brother and sister, he had been ready to kill Miette without hesitation. Even more so after learning that Edda’s safety could hinge on such circumstances.
Edda. They’d met on friendly enough terms. The Roegadyn, Iron Sea, who had begun living in the house he stayed in at the time had been hired to protect her from danger. Through some turn of rather unfortunate timing, she’d come to learn he was a Garlean, living out his days in Eorzea. From that point, what had been friendliness through formality had become more of a fight to prove he was not the thread to Eorzea she could then only see him as. And then, as quickly as he’d come to know her, she vanished. It had been as if a piece of his own life had been sealed away. He thought of the tortured state she’d been in, likely never having experienced anything even close to the amount of pain she must have endured. And by none other than some Elezen she’d decided to trust on a whim.
Yet, she’d been rescued, Miette as well. And that was what had mattered to him at this moment. More importantly, he knew the empty feeling of hunger that would have to set in on her once she was no longer in shock from the events. He gave the porridge a small amount of fresh honey to sweeten it for her palate. Likely, she would leave it untouched, but nonetheless, he prepared a small serving for her: warmed bowl, spoon, and a warm pot of tea.
Franz walked down the hall, stopping in from of Edda’s room. Also on the tray, a short letter. “Please direct Edda to eat something. Might this help ensure she will not have to suffer from hunger.†He knocked on the door just loud enough for the visiting Elezen to hear. He left no further comments. As he walked down the hall, he could hear the click of her door opening as his entered his own room, too tired to even remove any heavy articles of clothing, he nearly fell onto his bed, sollerets and all. He would check up on her one he’d woken up himsef.
As he stood at the stove, stirring the contents of the small pot, he reflected on what had happened recently. Ciceroix had been in trouble, his sister Miette under some form of control to hunt him down to kill. Reinette and Jancis had been there to make a peaceful resolution, and he, he had been useless in the entire endeavor, it seemed. No better than some training dummy meant for archers to practice hitting their marks. While the others had found a solution to save both brother and sister, he had been ready to kill Miette without hesitation. Even more so after learning that Edda’s safety could hinge on such circumstances.
Edda. They’d met on friendly enough terms. The Roegadyn, Iron Sea, who had begun living in the house he stayed in at the time had been hired to protect her from danger. Through some turn of rather unfortunate timing, she’d come to learn he was a Garlean, living out his days in Eorzea. From that point, what had been friendliness through formality had become more of a fight to prove he was not the thread to Eorzea she could then only see him as. And then, as quickly as he’d come to know her, she vanished. It had been as if a piece of his own life had been sealed away. He thought of the tortured state she’d been in, likely never having experienced anything even close to the amount of pain she must have endured. And by none other than some Elezen she’d decided to trust on a whim.
Yet, she’d been rescued, Miette as well. And that was what had mattered to him at this moment. More importantly, he knew the empty feeling of hunger that would have to set in on her once she was no longer in shock from the events. He gave the porridge a small amount of fresh honey to sweeten it for her palate. Likely, she would leave it untouched, but nonetheless, he prepared a small serving for her: warmed bowl, spoon, and a warm pot of tea.
Franz walked down the hall, stopping in from of Edda’s room. Also on the tray, a short letter. “Please direct Edda to eat something. Might this help ensure she will not have to suffer from hunger.†He knocked on the door just loud enough for the visiting Elezen to hear. He left no further comments. As he walked down the hall, he could hear the click of her door opening as his entered his own room, too tired to even remove any heavy articles of clothing, he nearly fell onto his bed, sollerets and all. He would check up on her one he’d woken up himsef.
