Severa wrinkles her nose, but has the decency not to react further. Clothes are clothes, and they've looted enough on their way in here.
Estinien, halfway down the hall, hears that and files it away with more matters he will speak with Gaius about when the man is ready. Or never. He speaks of children every so often - of Cid, who Estinien is half-sure he's met but never took much mind of. Of the Au Ra in Werlyt. And yes, of Livia, though rarely and with the tone of regret.
Estinien feels a pang of...something he can't identify. A desire to protect, but not from enemies or cold. Something he has rarely felt move in his heart, and certainly not for a man who can clearly handle himself.
He sets himself up in Nero's room as instructed. The man has an appalling fondness for red, Estinien notes, and he goes out of his way to grab the shabbiest looking outfit in the room, pulling the hood up to hide his ears. There's scraps of notes around describing concepts and devices that Estinien couldn't begin to understand.
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Estinien, halfway down the hall, hears that and files it away with more matters he will speak with Gaius about when the man is ready. Or never. He speaks of children every so often - of Cid, who Estinien is half-sure he's met but never took much mind of. Of the Au Ra in Werlyt. And yes, of Livia, though rarely and with the tone of regret.
Estinien feels a pang of...something he can't identify. A desire to protect, but not from enemies or cold. Something he has rarely felt move in his heart, and certainly not for a man who can clearly handle himself.
He sets himself up in Nero's room as instructed. The man has an appalling fondness for red, Estinien notes, and he goes out of his way to grab the shabbiest looking outfit in the room, pulling the hood up to hide his ears. There's scraps of notes around describing concepts and devices that Estinien couldn't begin to understand.