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[imperializes]

Thank you, Ferdinand. I'll be there shortly.

[and after a moment, she's knocking. she's covered up a bit more than usual despite the hot weather, but if you look closely, you can see a hint of crystallization creeping up her neck.]

[markofnobility]

[Even with the tension between him it would be a lie to deny that Ferdinand is and always was looking at her closely. So while at first, his brow furrows at all the layers in this intense weather, he catches the shine of crystal pretty quickly when he opens the door.]

Is that-?

[He sucks in breath through his teeth in shock]

[imperializes]

[she clears her throat, shifting a bit.]

If we may discuss this inside, Ferdinand.

[she looks to the side, a bit ashamed at the state she's in and allowed herself to become in hubert's absence.]

[markofnobility]

Oh! Yes, of course. Please, my home is your home.

[He lets her in, closing and locking the door behind him (though a few people have the key) before rushing off to start pouring tea]

[imperializes]

[she steps in and immediately starts shedding her layers down to her clothing. the heavy jacket, the scarf, her gloves -- all revealing a thing crystal sheen on her skin.]

...I imagine you know what I'm about to ask. And I want to preface it by saying I completely understand if you'd prefer not to. I just-

[--thought she'd make an effort to trust him more. but that gets caught in her throat, and she has to clear it before hanging her coat.]

[markofnobility]

Edelgard...

[a soft expression settles on his face]

We ended up on different paths, but I have never wished you ill. Of course, I will do all I can to help you.

[a light blush adds to his expression]

[imperializes]

Thank you, Ferdinand. I truly mean that.

[she shyly holds out her hand to him, eyes meeting his with a small smile. oh, how strange that they were on different sides of the war, only to end up... holding hands like this.]

I'd love to have some of your tea afterward as well.

[markofnobility]

[He takes her hand, marveling at how small it is, even knowing the strength held within it. How many times as a youth had he daydreamed about such a thing? More than he would admit, and that embarrassed thrill shows in the sync. In fact, the sync is easy. Effortless. Ferdinand is an open book, as always]

Of course! I will even warm some cakes if you wish.

[imperializes]

[she allows herself to sync, to open herself up to ferdinand. memories of him colored with fondness, with exasperation, with careful distancing leading up to her war- to an effort to trust again once more.]

Oh? Did you make them yourself?

[markofnobility]

[The fondness makes him turn red, clearly pleased and embarrassed]

Goddess no, baking has never been a skill I have put myself to- though perhaps I should now that I find myself with so much spare time?

[Someone never learned to impress Dorathea, it seems]

[imperializes]

Mm, I think you'd be wonderful at anything you set your mind to. [a small smile, a chance to reconnect.] You've always been so very passionate in everything you do, after all.

[she turns her eyes down to their connected hands] I hope that we can spend time together here, to make up for the time I've cruelly thrown away.

[markofnobility]

[he preens under the praise, as always. But her final words cast a dark shade over his pleasure, as to be expected... but anger is certainly not the right term for it]

Cruel is... not the word I would use.

[imperializes]

What would be the term you'd use? [her expression falls a bit to something more somber.] Please, be honest. I need to hear it.

[markofnobility]

Cruelty suggests an... intent I do not believe you had.

[His sync suggests this is less a belief and more a hope]

[imperializes]

Oh- [she's actually surprised at that. she'd thought he'd describe her with a worse word, and she believes she'd fully deserve it. the sentiment echoes in her sync.]

I- certainly, yes, I think that's true. But in the end, people still died for my misguided ambitions. I know this now. [in her sync, he might catch glimpses of her conversation with byleth discussing just that.]

[markofnobility]

Misguided, yes. I stand by what I said when we first reconnected here. But... there is a difference between you and them.

[dark hooked masks and gray death-pale skin. There's no doubt he means Those that Slither, even if he is loath to say it outright. As if saying that title will bring ill luck]

[imperializes]

I'd like to think that... I worked with them out of necessity - I planned to eradicate their order after I achieved my goals.

[well, that never happened, but she liked to imagine she did it in a world where she did succeed]

Are there any questions you have for me...? Since we have the time.

[markofnobility]

To lay with dogs is to get fleas.

[He says softly before shaking his head]

And I of course have... so many. But you did not come here to be interrogated... we can just... talk?