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Why was Leana staring at him like that he’d done something horrible he’d done something bad and she was going to hate him for being so rude he shouldn’t have called him a Big Softie even if he wasss.

“Alright. Thank you.” She said and Alessio cringed under her look. He shouldn’t have told her what to do like that he shouldn’t have called him a big softie. This was stupid he was just being high-strung if he’d just calm down he wouldn’t blurt out something stupid again.

“Saeb Lyn means ‘Hard Soft’, roughly.” Leana added. “It is one of the most beautiful and strong ironies in the world. To be able to be fierce, but also gentle.”

Wait. It did mean Big Softie?? (But more respectful…XD)

Wait…wait was she willing to translate Nithel’s language. *Intense desire to know what Nithel kept calling him* Alessio bit his lip, they really needed to get going. Besides which he was too scared to ask…

He should find something for her to tie her hair with she seemed to be looking for something. Alessio tucked a little at his cloak, intending to rip off the bottom couple inches for…something like a ribbon. But…it was caked with mud…

Alessio glanced at the tablecloth.

Leana briefly cast him a kind look, beginning to get restless. Impulsively he ducked a little and hastily ripped a thin stripe of white tablecloth. It seemed about the right size.

She also needed a weapon even if she wasn’t likely to be able to use it. The knife wasn’t really going to help if someone got that close to her it was probably over.

So Alessio examined the thick, wooden leg of the table. It seemed sturdy enough, so he held it in place and kicked the end of it with his full force, snapping that leg of the table off with a loud, satisfying crunch.

It looked kind’ve like a club with a ragged murderously pointed edge.

“You should be able to fight with this fairly well, even with limited experience.” Alessio attempted awkwardly (No need to mention the fact that a jagged slab of wood looked barbaric enough most people would be intimidated by it enough to attack someone else first). She was staring at him like he’d just done something crazy lik…breaking a table. Right, devils, normal people didn’t do that did they…?

“Uh…h-here…” Alessio reddened and pushed the makeshift club and ‘ribbon’ to her. Then he retreated, flustered, and started to compile whatever foods looked easy to carry and keep reasonably fresh.

But…what was it Nithel kept calling him?

Alessio shook off the thought trying to focus. He had to talk to Arsene before they set off, he had to know how much he’d figured out about his past and how. They needed to pick a mirror though or…something.

“What’s Eaziziun Wahid mean?” Alessio finally blurted.

 

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