[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

skill: [none]

Euphemia felt strangely self-conscious as she guided him, half surprised that he actually did so, and half uncertain exactly what to do now. Did Euphemia know of a place he could pass a night? Of course she did, they were in a prosperous & fertile mountain valley, there were infinite places he could safely tuck himself away and slumber undisturbed. But Euphemia was curious about him, so she walked somewhat aimlessly, ready to pull off to a random sleep-quality crevasse at a moment's notice.

The maiden glanced backwards, over her shoulder, at him. She wondered why he didn’t seem to have a destination he was working towards. For all intents and purposes, the nameless male appeared to be wandering aimlessly. That was weird – what kind of weirdo had not a single soul waiting for him, or to rush back to? It made her sad, and knowing these lands well, Euphemia wondered if he was recently awoken. It was always obvious when someone was new to Mythris, as they acted much like him;

aloof, aimless, despondent. Like they had recently lost everything they loved.

Euphemia slowed her gait down so significantly that the only way she would not be walking beside him would be if he ceased walking entirely. She now looked up at him beside her, instead of behind. She smiled, wondering if this would be the smile to break him. I’m Euphemia,” the silvered maiden finally introduced, leaving empty space afterwards for him to introduce himself, too.

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