[ By now Edelgard's adherence to formality just makes him smile fondly as he follows her inside, careful to shut and latch the door behind him. Leaning down, he goes about undoing his boots to set them out of the way and keep from tracking anything into her room, then follows her directions to drop down into an armchair with an exaggerated groan. ]
Gods. This has to be the best chair ever created.
[ Dramatic as always, though it really does feel much nicer to be reclining somewhat in a chair instead of spending hours upon hours of being in a saddle. Not that he has anyone to blame for that travel schedule besides himself, but still. Claude pulls off his gloves and tucks them into his bag next to his chair, then considers something briefly before standing up again. ]
I'm going to wash up a bit while you focus on your hair, if you don't mind.
[ As he passes the vanity, Claude leans over to kiss the top of her hair with a quick smile at her in the mirror then continues on his way to the bathroom. A quick rummage in his bag produces some clothes to change that aren't ones he spent a whole day in. Though something else crosses his mind as he pours some water into a wash basin and unwraps a bar of soap he brought with him to not impose on Edelgard's supplies too much, and he calls back over his shoulder in her direction: ]
On a scale of one to 'and he met with an incredibly unfortunate fate', how livid is Hubert going to be when he finds out I got past your guards? In general but also at me, specifically. And the guards though I guess that part goes without saying.
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Gods. This has to be the best chair ever created.
[ Dramatic as always, though it really does feel much nicer to be reclining somewhat in a chair instead of spending hours upon hours of being in a saddle. Not that he has anyone to blame for that travel schedule besides himself, but still. Claude pulls off his gloves and tucks them into his bag next to his chair, then considers something briefly before standing up again. ]
I'm going to wash up a bit while you focus on your hair, if you don't mind.
[ As he passes the vanity, Claude leans over to kiss the top of her hair with a quick smile at her in the mirror then continues on his way to the bathroom. A quick rummage in his bag produces some clothes to change that aren't ones he spent a whole day in. Though something else crosses his mind as he pours some water into a wash basin and unwraps a bar of soap he brought with him to not impose on Edelgard's supplies too much, and he calls back over his shoulder in her direction: ]
On a scale of one to 'and he met with an incredibly unfortunate fate', how livid is Hubert going to be when he finds out I got past your guards? In general but also at me, specifically. And the guards though I guess that part goes without saying.