"There's a Regency man I wish to observe," she murmurs, never faltering as they fall into step together. She must give him credit where it's due: for all his hesitation and resistance back on BASE, he falls into this with an effortlessness many of their allies would benefit to emulate.

Coiled strength beneath her hand. Mysteriousness. It's a shame she can't claim him as her knight or sell-sword. He would undoubtedly be a force to contribute much to her side in the war back home.

"He approached me, asking where I'd obtained a weapon."