The morning came all too soon, and Ashe was unable to answer or speak further with Vaan. It was a pity; the thief - no, Sky Pirate - deserved to know the truth of what had happened in greater detail, and if he spoke the truth, if they really were as close as he'd seemed to think they were...
Perhaps there would be time later in the day. For now, the indignant princess was ushered onto a bright, yellow carrier of sorts in some ridiculous outfit the nurses had picked out for her. She wore a simple, form-fitting, white shirt with the a floral design etched in the middle accompanied by a pair of what the nurse had called "blue jeans" that were just a bit tight around the backside, reminding her instantly of the tiny skirt she'd worn as part of Dalmasca's resistance. At least these pants covered her legs. Atop it all was a soft, blue sweater that seemed to fit just right, and her feet were adorned with a pair of comfortable but worn-looking brown, lace-up boots. Judging by most of the outfits here, it wasn't the worst of the bunch, and it was certainly nicer than the usual uniform they were forced to wear.
Boarding the transport, Ashe scanned the group with her breakfast in hand, finally deciding to spark up conversation with a man sitting by his lonesome. Posture perfect as always, the princess approached, clearing her throat and speaking before sitting without permission.
"Good morning, sir. Would it inconvenience you terribly if I were to occupy this seat?"
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Perhaps there would be time later in the day. For now, the indignant princess was ushered onto a bright, yellow carrier of sorts in some ridiculous outfit the nurses had picked out for her. She wore a simple, form-fitting, white shirt with the a floral design etched in the middle accompanied by a pair of what the nurse had called "blue jeans" that were just a bit tight around the backside, reminding her instantly of the tiny skirt she'd worn as part of Dalmasca's resistance. At least these pants covered her legs. Atop it all was a soft, blue sweater that seemed to fit just right, and her feet were adorned with a pair of comfortable but worn-looking brown, lace-up boots. Judging by most of the outfits here, it wasn't the worst of the bunch, and it was certainly nicer than the usual uniform they were forced to wear.
Boarding the transport, Ashe scanned the group with her breakfast in hand, finally deciding to spark up conversation with a man sitting by his lonesome. Posture perfect as always, the princess approached, clearing her throat and speaking before sitting without permission.
"Good morning, sir. Would it inconvenience you terribly if I were to occupy this seat?"