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now there was a sentiment he liked to hear. not many were very optimistic, or kind, but at least those he had the pleasure of making an acquaintance with were kind enough. yet, like himself, they all had their weaknesses, their limits, their cages: holding them back from acting, and helping as they should.

“ah, now...” cero found that amusing -- and reassuring. here was a herbalist, a fellow merchant, though engaged in different fields, and perhaps an acquaintance, if nothing else. the remark made the tips of his ears turn a light shade of red, which hopefully wasn’t too visible. 

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The hoofs of the horse echoed in the evergreens, as Shin rode into the area outside of the Suryan borders. A man like him was a target the moment he left Surya, far too much blood stained on his hands. He was the murderer of someone’s father, brother, mother, sister, partner, son or daughter. The hatred against him naturally is at peak after ten years of doing so.

However, his journey here was not related to anything Suryan. Rather, he had noticed Ayaka’s hands being scarred. They said there was a herbalist here who was a wonder with scars. 

♕~ “Technically, you came to Surya but I digress.”  

Interacting with people from outside Surya used to be of normal occurrence for the princess but since the war began, she had rarely left her nation and had very minimal chances of interacting with people that were not her own. Thus, it left the princess feeling more awkward than ever around people and feeling as though there was judgement on her whenever she met with new people. “I apologize, I know the travel from your country to mine was not the easiest but I would like to thank you for coming to see me nonetheless.” A small polite smile graced her lips then. “I asked for you because I needed your expertise for a wound that I sustained while training. The Suryan doctors have done their best to treat it but they know not as much as you when it comes to medical herbs.” 

“Could you help me?” 

“What are you the peace patrol?” A chuckle escapes past his lips, in his face. He doesn’t seem to sound rude, but he can’t help it it just sorta happens from time to time. Taking a deep breath, he holds his composure as a prince, and places his chin between his finer and thumb as if thinking.