Ferdinand realizes he probably shouldn't probe too much into Manuela's personal life. He wouldn't judge her, and he wouldn't have any room to, either. Goddess, if she knew half the things that had happened on this island, she would never look at him the same way again. Still, he is a mature young man, and he knows that there's no escaping talking about this sort of thing on the island.

"I share that sentiment," he confessed, his cheeks still a rosy shade of red as he remembered his own... adventurous moments, whether facilitated by the Augur or not. "That sort of intimacy is something beautiful that should be shared completely willingly. We may not be able to control our impulses when the island is toying with our inhibitions, but we can at least choose to share that intimacy with people we hold dear."

They weren't far at all from the building that he and Edelgard had fixed up when they first arrived on the island. It had been pretty run down back then, but it was downright livable now, looking more like the hotel it had once been. ...He just hoped he didn't need to explain to Manuela why his bathtub was shaped like a heart.