[Neuvillette is tired - in a way he is uniquely unable to recognize as fatigue or weariness. Those who speak with him daily will have noticed it, perhaps even commented on it in the formally deferential way of Fontainian officials, but he simply goes on with his busy days unaware of their indirect implications.
When Aether offers to stay, he looks over abruptly. He isn't quite smiling, but the deep worry has receded from his eyes somewhat.]
Of course. I would offer you nothing less. Would you like me to show you to a guest room now? [A sudden, stricken look crosses his face.] Have you eaten?
[He doesn't know when Aether arrived, much less how much time passed between said arrival and the receipt of his letter. Has the traveler even had the chance to settle in after his journey?]
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When Aether offers to stay, he looks over abruptly. He isn't quite smiling, but the deep worry has receded from his eyes somewhat.]
Of course. I would offer you nothing less. Would you like me to show you to a guest room now? [A sudden, stricken look crosses his face.] Have you eaten?
[He doesn't know when Aether arrived, much less how much time passed between said arrival and the receipt of his letter. Has the traveler even had the chance to settle in after his journey?]