(( i've been playing her here with female byleth in mind thus far, so i hope you don't mind a little identity confusion to start with? ))
[It’s an odd mixture of feelings, to discover that she’s not alone in this place. Finding that she isn’t the only one stumbling around here is a sad sort of comfort, but considering the embarrassing state they are both in, its a trepidatious one at best. She manages a quick glance at the approaching man—primarily to see if he is true to his word about closing his eyes.
She’s struck by an odd sense of familiarity with the man, though she’s almost certain they’ve never met. She can’t quite pinpoint why though—something in his features or his manner of speaking, perhaps?—and it hangs in the back of her mind like an incessant itch.
Was she simply delirious from her frantic escape from that crystalline prison? Perhaps her thoughts are still something of a jumbled mess from that haunting dream she’d found herself having just prior to coming to her senses here.
The dream that she tries to search past in her memories as she considers his question.]
No, I’m afraid I don’t. [She sighs.] Just the haze of an odd dream and then… finding myself here.
[Dorothea pulls her arms tightly against herself, partly to ward off the chill and partly to cover what she can.]
I suppose it’s fair to assume you’re as clueless as I am here, then?
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[It’s an odd mixture of feelings, to discover that she’s not alone in this place. Finding that she isn’t the only one stumbling around here is a sad sort of comfort, but considering the embarrassing state they are both in, its a trepidatious one at best. She manages a quick glance at the approaching man—primarily to see if he is true to his word about closing his eyes.
She’s struck by an odd sense of familiarity with the man, though she’s almost certain they’ve never met. She can’t quite pinpoint why though—something in his features or his manner of speaking, perhaps?—and it hangs in the back of her mind like an incessant itch.
Was she simply delirious from her frantic escape from that crystalline prison? Perhaps her thoughts are still something of a jumbled mess from that haunting dream she’d found herself having just prior to coming to her senses here.
The dream that she tries to search past in her memories as she considers his question.]
No, I’m afraid I don’t. [She sighs.] Just the haze of an odd dream and then… finding myself here.
[Dorothea pulls her arms tightly against herself, partly to ward off the chill and partly to cover what she can.]
I suppose it’s fair to assume you’re as clueless as I am here, then?