19 - PAfH; [Audio // Common]

[oblique_wisdom]

[For as calm and composed as Zelda may sound, her position is hardly of the sort. She’s back in her room now, lacking a variety of objects-many of which mean something of great sentimental value to her. If it’s never been apparent before, it certainly will be when she finally manages to speak. She has no intentions of publicly speaking about

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[solostthatbet]

Welcome back, Zelda-hime.

I can't be sure if it belongs to you, but I found a lovely dress in a rather odd place earlier. Perhaps it's yours.

[oblique_wisdom]

...Sir Seishirou... Thank you.

I would not mind taking a gander to determine.

[solostthatbet]

Should I bring it by your room, then?

[oblique_wisdom]

[Zelda doesn't feel quite comfortable wandering around right now. She does feel safer in her room.]

If it will not put you out too much. Otherwise, I will brave what I must to reclaim what potentially may be of my person.

[solostthatbet]

Well, if I have your dress it would be cruel to force you to wander the ship to retrieve it.

Which room are you in?

[oblique_wisdom]

Perhaps that is the circumstance. I appreciate your consideration.

Deck 5. Room 6333.

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[solostthatbet]

I'll be there momentarily, then.

[And as promised it's not long before Seishirou shows up, Zelda's dress coiled once, loosely, over one arm; he wasn't sure how to fold it and it looked expensive enough to be extremely difficult to replace if ruined by out of place creases -- and while he doesn't particularly care about the dress, having allies is an important part of surviving any environment. Zelda reminds him of Subaru and seems to buy into his facade, so he's going to put forward some effort to remain on her good side.]

[He smells a little more strongly of cigarettes than usual -- he'd been usually irritated, earlier, with Subaru's apparent absence, and one of his remaining Mild Sevens had helped to calm him down -- but that doesn't seem to bother him as he reaches up with his free hand to knock on Zelda's door.]

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[oblique_wisdom]

[Zelda's not really certain how she feels about all of this. Her guard is up around everyone. Everyone and everything. Even people like Jak, who she'd normally just hand herself over to if the occasion called for it. She doesn't know what to think of Seishirou, though, and his colors aren't quite clear.

Yet.

She seems to be putting herself back together. And fortunately for her, she has more than simply her dress to rely on. After all, that's what Daxter's for. Zelda looks outstandingly normal without her decor. Or diminished. She'd probably say the latter, but... She answers her door nevertheless and offers a bow.]

Sir Seishirou, I.. presume.

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[solostthatbet]

[When Zelda answers and offers her bow, Seishirou offers her one as well. Though me makes it seem as though it could just be a coincidence or a mistake, he's careful to keep the bow he offers in return level with hers. He doesn't feel like making any extra concessions today, for some reason. He keeps his lone eye trained on Zelda's, and smiles at her not-quite, question.]

Indeed. [The arm that the dress drapes from is offered forward.] I'm not sure how far items are supposed to scatter, but this was near the elevator on deck 11.

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[oblique_wisdom]

[He's so very kind and considerate, she finds. Zelda is a little surprised, albeit pleasantly. She raises her posture and drawing a hand over her clavicle, she eyes the dress he holds. There's no doubt that it's hers. It's curious as to what it was doing on deck 11, however...

Now really isn't the time to be thinking about it, though. She looks relieved, and thankful.]

It is mine. I am not aware of the spread either. Thank you for bringing it to me.