"Most foods, actually." It wasn't something he was sure to elaborate on. It wasn't every day he could find himself mostly at peace, and he already felt rather guilty after having spoiled the mood on more than one occasion already. He tore another small piece off the pastry. It would be a shame to waste it.
"Having the opportunity to try local ingredients is nice." He was unsure what made the occasion so important. Was it from having nearly starved so many times in the desert when he was merely a mercenary? Perhaps some residual feeling displaced onto him from the Elezen. Maybe it was from the past he could not recall. Or it may have been some combination. The desire to not only enjoy a meal, but to share it with another was seemingly important. Even still, a feeling of guilt and dread could not leave him.
There was a brief, distant smile. One that made separation apparent. "Thank you for the evening. I can promise I will still be here in the morning." Rising from his seat, he quietly push in the chair, and retrieved a few coins to leave on the table for the services rendered.
As he began to make an exit, he spoke in just loud enough of a voice for her to hear. "I may have been injured, but I still have my pride. Please trust I will be fine without assistance." It left a cold feeling, keeping Jancis at a distance, but it was the only way he knew to act. Franz believed that she would have wanted nothing more than the opportunity to help him though his troubles. But as a Garlean, as a mercenary, even, help was unfamiliar.
"Please, have a good evening, Jancis. The inn staff can point you to my room should you need anything." And with that, he left the small restaurant made his way back to the inn. The stairs leading to the room would be unpleasant, but they would not be particularly painful.
"Having the opportunity to try local ingredients is nice." He was unsure what made the occasion so important. Was it from having nearly starved so many times in the desert when he was merely a mercenary? Perhaps some residual feeling displaced onto him from the Elezen. Maybe it was from the past he could not recall. Or it may have been some combination. The desire to not only enjoy a meal, but to share it with another was seemingly important. Even still, a feeling of guilt and dread could not leave him.
There was a brief, distant smile. One that made separation apparent. "Thank you for the evening. I can promise I will still be here in the morning." Rising from his seat, he quietly push in the chair, and retrieved a few coins to leave on the table for the services rendered.
As he began to make an exit, he spoke in just loud enough of a voice for her to hear. "I may have been injured, but I still have my pride. Please trust I will be fine without assistance." It left a cold feeling, keeping Jancis at a distance, but it was the only way he knew to act. Franz believed that she would have wanted nothing more than the opportunity to help him though his troubles. But as a Garlean, as a mercenary, even, help was unfamiliar.
"Please, have a good evening, Jancis. The inn staff can point you to my room should you need anything." And with that, he left the small restaurant made his way back to the inn. The stairs leading to the room would be unpleasant, but they would not be particularly painful.
