[Gladly paying the vendor for their treats, she watches him with a broad smile of approval before she follows suit, taking a too-large bite of her own tart to try and match him. She lets out a thoughtful hum while chewing, turning towards the next stall in the marketplace.]
The map says there are candied apple slices over that way— an important stop on the road to cinnamon bread.
[The latter isn't far, she knows; they won't have to go through the whole marketplace, but she intends to enjoy what time with Thancred she can while he's in the Crystarium. An afternoon of breezing through the market together will do them both some good.]
Oh! And we have to get coffee biscuits, of course!
Ah, yes, the famous coffee biscuits. We wouldn't dare exclude such a marvel from our travels.
[Despite himself, he can't help keeping up his smile, even when it aches as Ryne's antics remind him of a different, distant young girl, picking at all his flaws with some affection in a faraway market. To hide any other emotion, he finishes off his tart, turning toward the candied apple stall and brushing his hands together.
When Ryne is ready, he'll follow her there, too, and he has a mind to pay for her purchase graciously, but something overtakes him as they wait in the short line.]
Ah- if you don't mind, Ryne, I think...I shall go and wait for you over there. [He nods to a nearby bench, only a little hasty in taking her wrist so he can turn her hand over and drop some gil into it.] Choose a good one for me, would you?
[He keeps his composure until he is actually sitting down - he knows he's bound to worry her, here, it can't be helped, it feels as though all of him is suddenly made of iron and he'll sink to the bottom of the lake - and if Ryne looks over he'll simply smile and wave her on. He's fine. Just tired. He did only just get in, after all, not that many minutes ago.]
[A flicker of worry does cross her face, concerned as he catches her wrist and drops gil into her open hand, but the fact that he’s remaining composed inspires her to do the same. Though slightly more somber than before, she smiles at him and offers a nod of confirmation.]
Of course. I’ll meet you there.
[She does glance his way periodically while waiting her turn, his smile and wave helping to gently ease her worried heart, but she opts to be quick about her business. She visits the next few stalls in rapid succession, no longer making a grand journey of it, but quickly acquiring candied apple slices, coffee biscuits and cinnamon bread for the both of them— they won’t need to eat it all now, of course, it would be a prime recipe for a stomachache if they did, but it’s important to her that she follow through on her promises.
She joins him several minutes later with a little basket full of her findings, a veritable feast of sweets for the both of them, and she smiles warmly as she sets it down on the bench he’s chosen so that it’s between them as she sits beside him.]
[Oh, how he hates to worry her. But it can't be helped. Time spent on the bench has, at least, taken away some of the leaden feeling in his limbs.]
Perfectly all right, Ryne. [He even smiles, taking one of the candied apple slices from her basket and examining it in the light a moment.] Merely a little worn. Nothing a bit of good food and company can't help.
[There is a tiny, quickly buried part of him that suggests he knows he's lying to her. That something is indeed very wrong. But it isn't, he suspects, something he can do aught about, nor will he worry Ryne further with baseless speculation. Such matters are better left to his colleagues, whether here or in the Source.]
I dare not suggest I might be feeling my age, of course, but there is a chance I am feeling the fatigue of long days walking and flying all about. Only a chance, mind. [He summons up a grin and points at her with the apple slice.] We have had more than enough of busy days, have we not?
[And he eats it. The sweetness is just right for this sort of thing, and the apple has a fresh taste that he thinks might settle his stomach.]
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The map says there are candied apple slices over that way— an important stop on the road to cinnamon bread.
[The latter isn't far, she knows; they won't have to go through the whole marketplace, but she intends to enjoy what time with Thancred she can while he's in the Crystarium. An afternoon of breezing through the market together will do them both some good.]
Oh! And we have to get coffee biscuits, of course!
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[Despite himself, he can't help keeping up his smile, even when it aches as Ryne's antics remind him of a different, distant young girl, picking at all his flaws with some affection in a faraway market. To hide any other emotion, he finishes off his tart, turning toward the candied apple stall and brushing his hands together.
When Ryne is ready, he'll follow her there, too, and he has a mind to pay for her purchase graciously, but something overtakes him as they wait in the short line.]
Ah- if you don't mind, Ryne, I think...I shall go and wait for you over there. [He nods to a nearby bench, only a little hasty in taking her wrist so he can turn her hand over and drop some gil into it.] Choose a good one for me, would you?
[He keeps his composure until he is actually sitting down - he knows he's bound to worry her, here, it can't be helped, it feels as though all of him is suddenly made of iron and he'll sink to the bottom of the lake - and if Ryne looks over he'll simply smile and wave her on. He's fine. Just tired. He did only just get in, after all, not that many minutes ago.]
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Of course. I’ll meet you there.
[She does glance his way periodically while waiting her turn, his smile and wave helping to gently ease her worried heart, but she opts to be quick about her business. She visits the next few stalls in rapid succession, no longer making a grand journey of it, but quickly acquiring candied apple slices, coffee biscuits and cinnamon bread for the both of them— they won’t need to eat it all now, of course, it would be a prime recipe for a stomachache if they did, but it’s important to her that she follow through on her promises.
She joins him several minutes later with a little basket full of her findings, a veritable feast of sweets for the both of them, and she smiles warmly as she sets it down on the bench he’s chosen so that it’s between them as she sits beside him.]
Are you alright, Thancred?
[He’d had to know she was going to ask.]
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Perfectly all right, Ryne. [He even smiles, taking one of the candied apple slices from her basket and examining it in the light a moment.] Merely a little worn. Nothing a bit of good food and company can't help.
[There is a tiny, quickly buried part of him that suggests he knows he's lying to her. That something is indeed very wrong. But it isn't, he suspects, something he can do aught about, nor will he worry Ryne further with baseless speculation. Such matters are better left to his colleagues, whether here or in the Source.]
I dare not suggest I might be feeling my age, of course, but there is a chance I am feeling the fatigue of long days walking and flying all about. Only a chance, mind. [He summons up a grin and points at her with the apple slice.] We have had more than enough of busy days, have we not?
[And he eats it. The sweetness is just right for this sort of thing, and the apple has a fresh taste that he thinks might settle his stomach.]