[Madam Generosity hums with a little twinkle in her eye.] Perhaps. You may be on to something Sir Knight.
[Her answers is approving, but leave room for someone to find their way to their own conclusions. Why, is not clear, but there is the sense that it is all from a place of kind intentions.
Lance is scribbling in a notebook and finishes taking down some added thoughts of his own and then puts the book back in his pocket. He then moves to sit up straighter, with his legs folded like a pretzel and looks over at Diluc. It may come to his attention that Lance is still moving like he's injured.]
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[Her answers is approving, but leave room for someone to find their way to their own conclusions. Why, is not clear, but there is the sense that it is all from a place of kind intentions.
Lance is scribbling in a notebook and finishes taking down some added thoughts of his own and then puts the book back in his pocket. He then moves to sit up straighter, with his legs folded like a pretzel and looks over at Diluc. It may come to his attention that Lance is still moving like he's injured.]
So where are you off to?