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[unyieldingmarch]

[Edelgard fumbles for a moment in her surprise, but slowly realization dawns on her. Zelda's situation is quite a bit more dire than she had originally surmised.]

Do not apologize.

[Edelgard's tone is gentle but still firm. She steps a little closer, eyes moving pointedly towards the edge of the party, nearer to tables set out for those who are tired to rest themselves at.]

You have done nothing to dampen my mood, my friend. Perhaps a break would do us some good. Please, join me? I will pry no further, you've my word.

[sageprincess]

[Zelda struggles noticeably against that order, lips pursed and teeth grinding against the urge to apologize even further as Edelgard so gently offers her an escape after her outburst. Goddesses, she must appear so weak and foolish, to react so strongly to something the other must know now to be fact.

She hesitates to answer, her inner conflict written on the crease of her brow, but she makes herself nod, eventually.]

--Yes, if you will still have me.

[she's... trying...]

[unyieldingmarch]

Of course I will.

[That is, after all, the whole point of this evening is it not?

She steps over, reaching for the blonde's hand gently, a quiet, patient smile on her face. She mislikes that the poor woman is so plainly unsettled, but Goddess no she does not appear foolish.]

We are friends, are we not? What do friends do but hold together and...

[She plucks two cups from a passing server, offering one to Zelda. That it's cold is a surprise, as it always is, but it's quite clearly just grape juice.]

Perhaps enjoy a little of this world's wonderful juice?

[sageprincess]

[Her fingers twitch in Edelgard's hand, that hesitation remaining a moment longer before she clenches it tight, pushing herself to accept this minor comfort and taking deep, steeling breaths as they move away from the dance floor. She manages to get to the point where she can pull the corners of her mouth up in a watery smile when Edelgard offers her a glass, which she takes in short order.]

Something to drink definitely sounds like a pleasant idea at the moment. ... Thank you.

[For the drink, for being patient with her, for not judging her broken pieces. She raises the glass, head tilting to the side.]

Cheers?

Maybe wrap here, move to February?

[unyieldingmarch]

[Edelgard smile remains, gentle and patient as ever. She's got no desire to be anything less than supportive of a friend, and Zelda certainly is that.]

Cheers.

[She raises her own glass, clicking it to Zelda's, and tips it back.]