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	Constance von Nuvelle

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[crestlaiden]

[Sylvain's expression seems to turn stormy at the mention of crests and Constance's current status as an ousted noble. He hated this kind of thing. Honestly, not having to think about any of that garbage was the best thing about being here, wherever here was.]

You don't have to worry about any of that crap here though. I mean... the sun thing, sure, but no one cares about your Crest here or even whether or not you're a noble. It's so freeing. People will just see you as you.

[He deflates a little, slumping in his chair when she reiterates how burdensome she thinks she is.] That's not true, though, Constance. It's even less true here. Why not let the other person decide if they think you're a 'burden' or not before you go making that decision for them. [It's a rich statement coming from Sylvain who basically sabotages his relationships on the regular by assuming things about what his partner is thinking and feeling.]

[nuvellity]

[ Being a noble, with all the expectations and responsibilities that come with it, is the fragile glue that holds Constance's fragile personality together. So excuse her as she continues to yell about her nobility from (sometimes literally) above. It all links back to how House Nuvelle fell from grace and how her responsibility to the people that protected her was among the few things that kept her alive.

Which makes that a more difficult topic to talk about than her relationship with another red headed spearman. ]

I have been with Ferdinand for more than a year, since I arrived here. Only recently did he find out about the link between the sun and my condition. Prior to that, he thought that I was just so upset with him, for something he thinks he did, that it turned into absolutely crushing sadness. How is that not a burden?

[ Yes, her voice reaches a distressed pitch when she asks that. It's still easier to talk about than House Nuvelle. ]

[crestlaiden]

[Sylvain valiantly tries to keep his expression schooled, he really, really does. But hearing that Ferdinand had somehow been oblivious to Constance's changes when she stepped out into the sunlight was not only incredibly typical of him, it was also pretty funny. Constance is genuinely distressed by it though, which, alright, that part does suck and definitely puts a bit of a damper on how amusing the thought is.]

Well... that just sounds like a lack of communication. That's part of every relationship. [There we go, a positive spin. And honestly, it's a spin that really isn't that far off.] But you weren't saying the sun stuff was a burden. You said having crest babies under your family's crest was the burden. And that doesn't seem like something anyone has to worry about around here.

[nuvellity]

[ It's fine. Constance would probably find her own situation hilarious if she was watching it happening to someone else. ]

He could have always asked. It is not as if I am completely impossible to talk to at that state. [ Or is she? She doesn't really need to punch down on her own self-esteem right now. Let her choose to be indignant, it's easier than reflecting on one's weaknesses. ] Having children is a responsibility, not a burden. It is admittedly not a responsibility I am ready for, despite my stellar capabilities with most things [ except surviving a projectile attack, cooking, axe wielding... ], until I have managed to shed most of my burdens.

[crestlaiden]

Ferdinand? Prying into why you might be upset and not assuming it was just something he was doing? Do we even know the same Ferdinand? [He smirks a little as he sits back, knowing full well that it's so much easier to call these things out for what they were when you were on the outside looking in.

At the mention of children being a responsibility, he can't quite keep his expression from twisting into something ugly, disdain written in the downward curve of his mouth.]

That might be true back in Fodlan. But we're not in Fodlan, so why are you still stuck thinking like you are? [His tone is snappier than he'd intended but maybe he would actually get through to her that way.] Those bullshit rules don't apply to us here. We can just do whatever we want. Your past doesn't matter. Your nobility doesn't matter. Nothing matters. If you like him, then do what you want with it.