( neuvillette takes a seat at the table, one hand reaching for the nearest plate—only to draw back in mild horror at the quick and casual warning. certainly, given the themes of this place, additions to the food and drink provided make sense, and yet the lengths the overseers here will go to seem too drastic, too severe. )

I...see. I will have to keep that in mind.

( truly, nothing is sacred here. but he should not burden wriothesley with his worries, not when the man has already gone through so much of his own. )

But what is it you wished to know about Fontaine? ( or rather: ) What has Clorinde told you already?