[Edelgard spots her leaving and debates whether or not to go after her. She won't... sprint, but she'll fast-walk her way over to Yor and gently lay a hand on her arm.]
Yor... Hold on. I'd like... to speak with you, privately if that's alright.
[A small smile. It seems genuine, and she bows slightly in what might be more coutesy than any actual rules of etiquette and goes to retrive her tea and brew up a pot before joining Yor in her room.]
I... hope you like bergamot tea. It's all I have, really.
[After pouring two cups she wraps her gloved hands around her own and seems to stare into it, as if she doesn't want to look anywhere else.]
[There's a little more life in her now, having had a moment to compose herself and, well. Natural curiosity when it comes to new teas. She takes the cup and holds it between her own two hands, though she's just waiting for it to cool.
And also, distracted by the actual conversation.]
...Apologize...?
[Less that she doesn't understand for once, and more that she's simply surprised.]
[It's literally just slightly fancier, slightly earthier, Earl Grey tea.]
Yes. I... don't think I was wrong to question the possibility of your involvement, at that point any one of us could have been the culprit and the cirumstantial evidence we had convinced ourselves of...
Well, it hardly matters. All the same, I jumped to conclusions and treated you cruelly simply because I found kindness hard to accept. You were – are – grieving a tragedy and I shouldn't have humiliated you like that.
There's nothing to be thanking me for. It's an apology. All I would desire is your forgiveness and your friendship.
[She's still not entirely convinced Yor is what she seems, but regardless, she's more or less convinced that Yor is probably kind at her core. And reaching out here can only be a good thing.
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Week 1
Post-Trial
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Yor... Hold on. I'd like... to speak with you, privately if that's alright.
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Okay. Is my room alright?
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Wherever you think is best. I have some tea that I stockpiled in my room, I can bring it over if you'd like.
[Never in her life has she felt so awkward.]
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...I wouldn't mind tea, if it isn't any trouble.
[Polite enough to almost seem dignified, although maybe it's simply because there's no energy to fret anymore.]
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I... hope you like bergamot tea. It's all I have, really.
[After pouring two cups she wraps her gloved hands around her own and seems to stare into it, as if she doesn't want to look anywhere else.]
I wanted... to apologize, if that's alright.
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[There's a little more life in her now, having had a moment to compose herself and, well. Natural curiosity when it comes to new teas. She takes the cup and holds it between her own two hands, though she's just waiting for it to cool.
And also, distracted by the actual conversation.]
...Apologize...?
[Less that she doesn't understand for once, and more that she's simply surprised.]
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Yes. I... don't think I was wrong to question the possibility of your involvement, at that point any one of us could have been the culprit and the cirumstantial evidence we had convinced ourselves of...
Well, it hardly matters. All the same, I jumped to conclusions and treated you cruelly simply because I found kindness hard to accept. You were – are – grieving a tragedy and I shouldn't have humiliated you like that.
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...I know my profile made me look suspicious. But- thank you for saying that.
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[She's still not entirely convinced Yor is what she seems, but regardless, she's more or less convinced that Yor is probably kind at her core. And reaching out here can only be a good thing.
The guilt is also a factor.]
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...Then I forgive you. And I would love to be friends.