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It caught her off guard with what the boy said, as to a common townswoman like herâthat phrase sounded it carried with solid certainty of what he was talking about, that there was something he knew what the swordswoman had not figured out yet.
There was another half a minute pause, her gaze fixed on the blondâs face, searching for any clues to respond with. Eyvelâs eyes landed on the noble bow, a bow far grander than any she had seen and she had only seen a couple of archers in her lifetime here, though the craftsmanship was nothing like the one before her. Must be one of the Holy Crusadersâ weapons⊠It was the only scenario that made sense to her with that bowâs presence, but the focus wasnât supposed to linger on that.
The sense of sincerity within this stranger wasnât something Eyvel could simply ignore, however she had no recollection of ever knowing who the bowman was upon first glance.
  âŠThereâs something off about this meetingâŠ
âIs there any significance to what youâre askingâŠ?â
That question unfortunately told him more than he needed to know. When she saw him, she saw a stranger and nothing more. For a time, Faval had hoped a person of direct descent from the same god would be able to recognize another even at so much as a glance. That was likely just a fantasy though, and his only real hope lied in the wait that she would be able to recognize his features.
Apparently not. It wasnât that she was trying to sound rude or intended to shatter the hope heâd clung to when heâd heard from Fin that his mother was undoubtedly in this place, but he couldnât help feeling as though it had been an effort in vain. He couldnât simply openly tell her the truth... On top of it all, from what heâd heard, this woman had adopted a daughter since sheâd gone missing after the Battle of Barhara. How was he supposed to admit the truth to her in a situation like this...?
He couldnât. At first, heâd expected heâd be able to have the heart to say it, to at least tell her the truth and walk off and move along. Now even the first half of that seemed difficult, and it wouldnât be fair to separate those two, would it? It wasnât that sheâd thrown him and Patty away, after all. She had forgotten them, and not by choice.
A small, though clearly disheartened laugh came out before the blond managed to speak again. âAh, itâs... Itâs fine. I guess you can say I wouldnât have asked if it wasnât important, but if you donât know the answer now, then I shouldnât bother you with it. Iâm just glad I met you. A kind knight in the army I fight with told me about you being here, so I wanted to see you for myself... Thatâs all. I know you donât have memories of your past, but I guess I came to say Iâm someone from that past and wanted to see you, you know? Iâm sure youâre busy guarding this area though, so Iâll let you get back to your business.â
