[ A day or two after the festive dreamscape subsides and things return more or less to normal in Reverein, Eustace might find a small basket outside his door one morning. Inside this basket is a small pouch filled with vanilla cookies, another small pouch of chamomile tea, a jar of homemade apple jelly, and one more pouch containing bone-shaped, homemade doggy biscuits.
There is also a note nestled in the foodstuffs which says, carefully handwritten: ]
Dear Eustace,
I hope you enjoy these small goods. I felt it might be nice to extend the holiday spirit for just a bit longer. There are treats for your various canine friends as well - please let me know how they like them!
[He hadn't expected to receive any gifts, so it's a bit of a surprise when he finds the basket outside his door. After picking it up and finding the note, he smiles a little and goes to distribute the treats to both groups of dogs before sending Oriphi a note through the journal.]
Oriphi,
Thank you for the gift. Everything was well received and they may end up begging you for more the next time they see you. I also have something to give you, so expect one of the dogs to deliver it soon.
Oh my! I was not expecting anything in return, but I appreciate it and I will keep an eye out for it! I'm so happy to hear that everybody enjoyed the gifts.
[And true to his word, about a day or two later one of the female flower pups, Iris (named for the majority of irises growing on her coat), will be trotting up to Oriphi with a little bag carried by her mouth. Inside will be a small pouch of potpourri and a small jar of flower candy. A note is also inside.]
Oriphi,
Thank you for your assistance with the dogs earlier as well as the Christmas gift. This isn't much, but it was made with the flowers from the flower dogs.
[Eustace will find a big package of dog toys and treats for the corgi. Nier left them all tightly packed and nearly wrapped as gifts. He remembers the dogs diets and what they like so they should be fairly happy with it! There's a written note attached.
Hey, Eustace. This is for all of your corgi friends.
[Surprised by the package, Eustace opens it in some amazement and takes a quick glance before immediately needing to hoist the box high up in the air before the dogs can get to it. Last thing he needed was for them to get through it all immediately!!! So after dealing with that, he eventually sends Nier a message through the journals.]
Nier,
Thank you for the toys and treats. I've already handed out a couple to them for now and will be saving the rest for the future.
You're always welcome to stop by anytime to visit them.
[She has thought very hard about how to address all of this. The nature of falling asleep in itself and being very unaware of whatever may have happened during the time of such sleep has left her remarkably uncomfortable. She cannot simply ask what may have transpired in her absence.
Waking to a book at her bedside, however, involving the wacky misadventures of Beashrek and Eustona, she can only suspect Eustace possibly left it there either to very deliberately annoy her, or as some poor attempt at comedy.]
Eustace, is this book yours.
[Distantly, it's occurred to her that he isn't responsible at all, but she can't imagine anyone else having a reason for doing any such thing. Logically, it makes sense that it's come from him.]
[He can't see her, but she is giving the hardest side eye. Surely someone in another world in an entirely different dimension could feel the weight of that.]
The book with you and me in it. Not that I care particularly about the material itself, but it is a little disconcerting to have anyone come in and out of my place. You could have simply waited to bring it to me.
[She was right. Good instincts on that one. Although she honestly couldn't figure out why anyone else would have. They wouldn't have understood the reference or the significance. And they would have not benefited from it.]
I did not choose to do any such thing, Eustace.
[She wouldn't have made such a decision if it had been presented to her. Although as it stands, she's not sure how she would have responded to it at all.]
Were you, perhaps, reminding me of our misadventure? I have quite vivid memories of it. I doubt you would know the answer to this, but was anyone else in there aside from you?
But I thought you would like a memento of it and be aware since it is publicly available for anyone to read. [Hint hint.] Other than that, I do not recall anyone else was there at the time. However it did look as if others might have been there before me.
[...A memento. He wanted her to have... a memory? A fond memory, she assumes. In one way or another, she supposes she feels a little touched by the idea. It's another awkward moment. One in which she's grateful that he can't see it in her. But he is likely intuitive enough to already know how she's inclined to respond.]
Then I will continue to keep it in my possession.
[She can't thank him. She won't. Kind words are not a simple thing for her to air. Besides—]
I see. I do not suppose there is a way to keep that from happening. I do not think anything was missing. Not that I am aware of. Yet. I suppose I will need to do a more thorough investigation later.
[Beatrix initially has every intention to list each reason why she doesn't even entertain the notion of changing her traditional apparel voluntarily. Eventually this line of thought, however, comes back to Steiner and his ridiculous, unsightly armour. Even in another world, the man is capable of making her seethe. One might think that's an impressive feat.
The question Eustace follows up with, however, is a brilliant distraction. A much-needed one, really. Old grudges have a very good chain on Alexandria's general.]
No. Had someone been, it is very likely I would have run them through. Far better that there was not. If anyone thought to look after me, it was certainly not at my request and I hardly consider anyone close enough to me to warrant such.
While I can understand your position, I think you give yourself less credit. You're also forgetting there are a great number of individuals who would consider you "close enough" to "warrant" such care regardless of your own personal opinion.
[Though as he's writing this, he remembers something.]
Much to my chagrin, I can admit that you are not incorrect in your line of thought.
[She can't help remembering what she said during the flower festival. She didn't ask for anyone to care about her. She never wanted that to begin with. All she wanted was to be left alone, so she wouldn't have to deal with expectations, letting someone down, having to deal with the concept of allowing someone to grow close to her and handling everything that comes with that.
What Eustace follows up with, however, leaves her with a pause. Ah. She is almost positive she knows of whom he speaks. It's not as though she knows a great deal of dark skinned, redheaded men.]
[Admittedly, she doesn't even know how she should feel about any of this. She knows he was worried. Maybe Eustace was a little too. Less worried and more simply wanted to make sure she was... comfortable? Who knows. She tries so hard not to think about stuff like this.]
I see. That is Lord Dohalim. Former lord, I suppose, if one were to ask him, though I hardly think that makes a difference. [Once a lord, always one in one way or another.] A suitable potential member of that council I should like to see instated for matters of order and town defence.
[Of course that's not the whole gist of it. She doesn't even know what to call him.]
We know one another beyond that. His use as council, however, remains valid.
I suppose it would not be surprising for him to be concerned, though I have given him no reason to do so. He is the lord, after all. In Alexandria, I protected my queen. It was not the other way around. It should not be any different here.
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