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	Constance von Nuvelle

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[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.