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[haillenarte]

Name: Francel
Date: June 5
Format: Voice

Might I — ngh — might I trouble someone for help?

[there's a soft crackle of what might be breath on the mic, and then the shifting of what sounds like bedsheets. the voice that ultimately speaks again is low and husky, fairly deep, but there's something boyish and hesitant to it. some of francel's words come out awkward and tense, as if he is in a great deal of pain, and struggling to get the words out.]

It's been... several bells since last I took a meal, by my count, and... I'm terribly hungry. The... the man with whom I share a residence is not like to be back for some time. Could I trouble someone to bring food to my doorstep?

[really, even he can't believe he's asking for this.]

I have little coin, but I would happily pay you for your time. Please, and blessings on you.

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[wordsinthesoul]

Ah. [There's an emphasis to that that's full of something that isn't quite worry, but is definitely concern at being that open to someone. The thought of this is not something he's used to. And then- it still leads to situations like this, doesn't it?]

I can understand that. Even if that is with one person, it seems… open. But- does it go both ways? What do you think of him?

[haillenarte]

[francel is silent for a moment; his breath crackles into thancred's ear over the sounds of the city. after a pause, he asks:]

...What would you make of a man who seems to feel nothing?

[wordsinthesoul]

[Thancred stays quiet, the better to hear what Francel says- though he frowns at the words, casting his mind back over the interactions he's had with Aymeric. Polite, if not necessarily forthcoming… though there isn't quite the need for that, considering their respective roles. But- for this circumstance, with Francel…]

I would find it hard not to be concerned. And- I would wonder what such a man would care about.

[haillenarte]

Yes. So it is for me.

[his voice is quiet and subdued as he says these words — he makes an effort to bolster it, however, as he turns his mind to more positive matters.]

But is all quite well on your front? By what you said earlier, I surmise that you too are a Monster in this world.

[wordsinthesoul]

… I'm sorry.

[Not that he quite knows what to do- whether he ought to say something. Still, he appreciates the change in subject.]

Well- it's hard to say otherwise. It's been… something of an adjustment, to put it mildly. It's not unmanageable, but… I am concerned. [About the future- about what this means for them.]

[haillenarte]

Concerned about what?

[one can practically hear francel's brow furrowing from across the... call.]

What manner of being have you become?

[wordsinthesoul]

What all of this means. How- well, I suppose we’ve an idea of how it ends.

[The transformation, at least. And still- what are they supposed to make of it all?

Ah- well. From what I’ve been able to gather- most likely some manner of Harpy. But- I imagine you’d be able to see soon enough.