[ Ryne takes the food with a soft thanks, though she just holds it cupped in her hands for the time being. ]

This is Lightning. We met at the Harvest Festival.

[ The one Thancred might remember her talking about during that dream encounter of sorts they'd had. The one from before he'd woken up in Fellden proper. ]

I still don't know how I feel about this war, truly. I just... I can't support what the Emperor wishes for this world. Especially if it does spell the death of our own.

[ She also doesn't say it, but she and Thancred have already discussed the possibility of what they might need to do, if the Temple turns out to be little better than the Court. While she thinks Lightning might understand, it's absolutely not a conversation to be had with her guards nearby. ]