Edelgard, usually composed for the sake of public appearances, spends an awful lot of time behind that rigid mask of authority. When she hears Caspar call out to her in the crowd, however, she can’t stop from raising herself up higher on tip-toes to try and make out his figure in the thick flood of street-farers. Caught with the same affliction of being not as tall as she would prefer, it doesn’t stop her from trying to catch sight of him.

The excited flap of wyvern wings finally gives him away and she can’t help but allow a smile to slip its way onto her lips as he bursts through the crowd. She has taken all the burdens of her station far too seriously, but that doesn’t mean she’s had to endure them all alone. If not for the familiarity and support of Caspar, well. It would be a troublesome state indeed.

“You shouldn’t rush around like that,” she says as soon as he catches up to her. The fussing over him comes naturally, immediately, even before she has a chance to look down and inspect her own collection of shopping bags.

“I’m merely taking this opportunity to stock up on important supplies,” she insists with a huff. Looking through these bags, however, it should be obvious that she’s indulged herself quite a bit.