𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞

          “...Lady Camilla. I did not expect to see you here,”

     His voice is calm, and carrying its usual sort of softness, however the words that the archbishop speaks are not ones unique to the princess-- not in the slightest. A majority of those that have been allowed into this area evoke the same response from the young man, albeit in their cases he often keeps it to himself, and the woman before him is of no exception. He had not known that the Summoner saw Camilla in a light positive enough to grant her access here, in a place reserved for a select few and almost seems to be like a sanctuary of sorts-- an escape from the others within Askr’s castle. Perhaps she is much like him, wanting a space away from most others within the Order, if only to have some time to himself where he could relax and avoid any reminders of the ongoing war? Regardless of whether that is true or not, it would at least be nice to know that there is one person he can talk to in this little resort aside from the Summoner.

     How vexing. On one hand, the archbishop does not truly feel up to escorting someone he knows not anywhere– he would much rather spend his time on his lonesome in the castle’s library, or with his siblings–, but he has never been the sort to voluntarily be rude or the slightest bit impolite. Perhaps it is something Saias has clung to in order to survive for as long as he has, or maybe he is simply too kind for his own good– regardless of the reason, the young man cannot bring himself to shake his head, or usher words rejecting her offer. No, instead he stands from his seat, inwardly letting out a piqued sigh, and allows for blue eyes to fall upon the other’s visage.

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          “…I try to not be the sort to pass judgement about another, but…”

          “I cannot claim to understand Lady Camilla. The way that she acts often differs from their air that comes from her, and I do not know the reason as to why that is. Perhaps she is trying to hide something… to keep those who are not close distant, and eventually drive them away… or perhaps I am mistaken, and simply overthinking her behaviour too much. I would say that I could try to discern the motive behind Lady Camilla’s actions, however I do not know how comfortable I would be with that– not from the sheer contrast between the two times I have spoken to her. It would be almost impossible to prepare to encounter one type of behaviour, only to be presented with another had have any sort of plan thrown to the wayside,”

          “…I would prefer it if you did not touch me,”

     The words escape from pale lips after a few seconds of silence– one not born from any sort of enjoyment, but rather, waiting to see if she happened to have anything else to say–, his expression vacant and, quite frankly, unamused. It is one thing to say such words to him, completely unprompted, however it is another situation entirely to invade his personal space, and so, perhaps it is unsurprising that the woman’s gesture is met with the archbishop attempting to lean away from her touch. After all, Saias has never been the sort to appreciate others placing their hands on him– even the customary gesture of kissing the bishop’s ring leaves the young man feeling rather disturbed–, and he would rather not put his comfort on the line for the sake of someone acting like the stranger before him.

     He has never been the sort to seek out those that are unfamiliar to him. Long before arriving in this strange kingdom, the archbishop has always preferred to bide his time without the company of anyone else-- it is how the young man has been made to live his life from the moment he could speak; how he has been conditioned by those so dear to his heart. Perhaps it is for that same reason, Saias finds himself feeling so utterly disconnected from all that seems to be transpiring in this kingdom outside of the fighting, and especially from those he manages to be tossed into a team with. After all, the tactician often never goes out of his way to speak to them unless spoken to first-- not unless it is to relay what has been discussed amongst the other strategists within the Order, as well as the Summoner--, and it would be a lie to say that such self-isolation has not been taking a toll on the man. He is, of course, human, and to keep himself away from most forms of interaction, while seeing so many others do the opposite, does weigh on his shoulders when the archbishop’s mind is not focused on something else.      It is simply just that, on any other day but this one, Saias has been better about pushing that ever-growing desire for conversation-- or at least, ones that have no other purpose than to socialise-- to the back of his mind. And he would rather not speak to Reinhardt; not when he could so easily notice the shift in his mood.

     For this reason, the young man finds himself approaching someone that he has often caught glimpses of when making his way from one place to another within the castle’s extravagant walls-- someone, he notes, that at least looks closer to his age than most of the other heroes. If there would be any chance at successfully sparking a conversation, and not worry that the other might try to pry too much into the life he had back in his own world, the archbishop believes that he ought to seek out someone that, at least outwardly, appears to be more mature-- more understanding of the concept that some people have things they would rather keep from others. Besides, what would be the worst that could happen? If all else fails, the two of them would never speak to one another again-- she could be easily avoided or lost amongst the sea of other heroes. So, as slow strides being his form but a metre or so from where the woman happens to be, Saias opts to speak up, his voice not daring to shift from its usual tone-- gentle, but oddly vacant when really listened to.