It has been five years since she has been familiar with Felix in any capacity. At the Academy she frequently saw him training and always thought he seemed somewhat... surly, something that her limited experience with him here has enforced. (To be fair, he has typically looked irritated even before setting eyes upon her.) Even if she is the first from Fódlan he has managed to find here, it comes as a surprise to have him say something agreeable and look at her so expectantly.
Especially after getting kneed in his most delicate parts.
Try as she might to keep her surprise in check, she does hesitate for a half a moment... but escorting him to the bathhouse and making certain that he does not suffer needlessly seems reasonable.
"Of course. Let us take the metal horse."
In general her feelings on the metal golems are not particularly charitable, but the trolley potentially holds more people. If she was given a pack of ice to hold between her thighs she would feel more comfortable doing it with fewer eyes upon her.
It's just a short walk across the sun-warmed sand to the nearest horse-drawn wagon. She hops in first and holds one hand out to help him join her, in case he is still in pain.
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It has been five years since she has been familiar with Felix in any capacity. At the Academy she frequently saw him training and always thought he seemed somewhat... surly, something that her limited experience with him here has enforced. (To be fair, he has typically looked irritated even before setting eyes upon her.) Even if she is the first from Fódlan he has managed to find here, it comes as a surprise to have him say something agreeable and look at her so expectantly.
Especially after getting kneed in his most delicate parts.
Try as she might to keep her surprise in check, she does hesitate for a half a moment... but escorting him to the bathhouse and making certain that he does not suffer needlessly seems reasonable.
"Of course. Let us take the metal horse."
In general her feelings on the metal golems are not particularly charitable, but the trolley potentially holds more people. If she was given a pack of ice to hold between her thighs she would feel more comfortable doing it with fewer eyes upon her.
It's just a short walk across the sun-warmed sand to the nearest horse-drawn wagon. She hops in first and holds one hand out to help him join her, in case he is still in pain.