[No time to clarify that bit of miscommunication! Shez gave him a hearty shove forwards, and Byleth stumbled a few steps before taking the hint and headed for the stern-faced guards. The distance wasn't that far, and it felt even shorter as his mind furiously worked on the ordeal to come, how unprepared he felt, how little experience he had in the art of acting...
But Shez was relying on him. Byleth had to try his best, to give his friend a chance to succeed.]
Ah, excuse me...
[His voice came out a bit more timid than he'd intended, once he approached the guards. Both of them were staring at him intently, and their poker faces rivalled his, so he had no idea if they were receptive to his presence or were silently willing him to leave.]
I'm wondering if... this is where the healing halls are? It seems I'm in need of some... [Uh. Um.] ...healing.
[Internally, Byleth cringed at his flat and mumbling delivery, but fortunately one of the guard's stern facade softened. Byleth almost breathed a sigh in relief when they actually engaged him in conversation:]
"Are you unwell, youngling?"
[Youngling??? Byleth didn't look that young, did he? Well, maybe.]
Yes. I think I may've... eaten something? That didn't agree with me. Uh, someone offered me a, uh, regional cuisine from their land... purple hair... purple eyes... a little short...
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[No time to clarify that bit of miscommunication! Shez gave him a hearty shove forwards, and Byleth stumbled a few steps before taking the hint and headed for the stern-faced guards. The distance wasn't that far, and it felt even shorter as his mind furiously worked on the ordeal to come, how unprepared he felt, how little experience he had in the art of acting...
But Shez was relying on him. Byleth had to try his best, to give his friend a chance to succeed.]
Ah, excuse me...
[His voice came out a bit more timid than he'd intended, once he approached the guards. Both of them were staring at him intently, and their poker faces rivalled his, so he had no idea if they were receptive to his presence or were silently willing him to leave.]
I'm wondering if... this is where the healing halls are? It seems I'm in need of some... [Uh. Um.] ...healing.
[Internally, Byleth cringed at his flat and mumbling delivery, but fortunately one of the guard's stern facade softened. Byleth almost breathed a sigh in relief when they actually engaged him in conversation:]
"Are you unwell, youngling?"
[Youngling??? Byleth didn't look that young, did he? Well, maybe.]
Yes. I think I may've... eaten something? That didn't agree with me. Uh, someone offered me a, uh, regional cuisine from their land... purple hair... purple eyes... a little short...
[Why... why is he describing Shez...]