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[ Snow's something of an unusual occurrence in Ylisse itself, but Frederick's ventured to the northern reaches of Ferox enough to have learned the proper precautions to take in order to ward off winter's chill.

Thus, he's parked himself in front of a stall selling mittens and scarves and is carefully selecting the best pair in order to properly garb Morgan's exalted figure. (Because he is of exalted lineage and therefore must wear only the best—)

His attention's caught by the figure next to him, slight and slender and wearing far too little considering the temperature. He frowns and butts in, unable to help himself. ]

Certainly you don't plan on traipsing through town wearing only that?

[ ORCHID....please put on some clothes. ]

[ Phantagrande has always been a warm region and having come from that particular skydom, Orchid has always stuck to wearing light clothing. Since her arrival, she has kept to the same or similar style attire, a dress that shows her bare shoulders and knees (as well as exposing the seams where her limbs connect on her doll body.)

She sticks out in the crowd and although she can feel a bit of a chill, she doesn't seem too bothered. ~~also what is gbf golem physiology anyway...~~ Just when she's about to keep walking past the stall and seek out where she might be needed, she pauses. ]

...mm. Is there something wrong with that?

[ Yeah, she's gonna keep walking around like this. Sure. ]

[ ~~What is GBF golem physiology, truly.~~

In any case, there is SO MUCH wrong with it that Frederick's frown deepens even further as a look of mild horror crosses his face. ]

Why, plenty of course. Without proper protection from the elements, there's no telling what illnesses might afflict your body. Sneezing, coughing, fever--you could be bedridden for days.

[ And they're in the middle of a WAR here, they can't laze around for days. Also, she'll probably feel terrible and then he would feel terrible. ]

[ Sure, Orchid might feel a slight chill and can grow exhausted much like a human... but she hasn't felt any sort of sickness settling in.

She shakes her head and tries to reassure him. With the way he's frowning at her though, she's not sure if she can be convincing enough. ]

I feel fine. You won't have to worry about me.

[ Orchid's right about one thing: her reassurances do nothing to quash the frown on his face. It's true, she doesn't appear discomfited by the weather, and he can't detect any traces of goosebumps over her exposed skin, but it's still in his nature to worry. ]

Perhaps you feel fine now, but what of in twenty minutes? An hour?

[ Worrying Intensifies. ]

At least consider purchasing a scarf to warm your neck and hands with. If funds are a problem, I'll happily purchase one for you.

[ Having kept busy out in the cold and helping to clear out some of the snow, she hasn't felt any chances in her condition. Doubtful there's going to be much of a change after an hour. She feels bad for making him worry though. No harm in just getting a scarf. After a pause, she replies: ]

It's okay. I'll buy it.

[ When she agrees, it's at that moment she realizes she's not carrying any money on her. She should have put better thought in her answer. ]

...

[ Nevermind. Allowing him to make the purchase is making her feel worse, even if he's so willing to help her out. ]

I don't have money.

[ How the turns have tabled...

Well, despite this setback, Frederick is more than happy to press on, ready to take any available route in getting this girl some more clothes even if it means taking a few coins from his own pocket. ]

Allow me.

[ He steps up to the table, ready to grab a scarf—and then freezes because it's at that point he realizes he has no idea of this girl's preferences. ]

Though perhaps you should select one? I would hate to buy a pattern you were displeased with.

[ Don't girls like looking cute and all that? ]

[ Well, now she is going to feel indebted to him.

Her eyes scan the table, before eventually setting her sights on... a plain black scarf. There really nothing special-looking or "cute" about this particular scarf. Still, it matches the rest of the color scheme that she typically wears. Dark colors remind her of Apollo. And Lloyd. ]

...I would like that one.

[ That's....not quite what he's expecting - plain black, of all the colors?? - but he supposes it matches what he's seen of her thus far: understated and muted, but outstanding in her own way.

In any case, it looks warm, soft, and that's what matters.

The transaction itself is quick, a simple exchange of coins for the scarf, which he then presents to Orchid. ]

All yours, milady.

[ Not that he knows if she's of noble birth or a commoner, but best to be polite in all situations. ]

Though forgive me for saying, but I'm surprised you'd pick such a color.

[ Has he misjudged the likes of girls all this time.... ]

[ And with that, she's already quietly considering a way she might be able to repay him. Taking the scarf, she carefully wraps it around her neck. ]

Thank you. And my name isn't "milady". It's Orchid.

[ Calmly providing a minor correction, not in any way offended. She just prefers to be called by the name her "sister" gave her. Being related to the Queen, perhaps she would be of noble birth in a way. ]

...Surprised?

[ She looks mildly confused. How is it surprising? ]

Milady Orchid then.

[ Hmm, that's definitely still using milady...but old habits are hard to break and he's been around the royal family too long to quit now. At least he's using her name along with the title. ]

As for the question... [ how to put it ] I was led to believe by a ward of mine that many girls preferred items and accessories in bright colors and patterns.

[ "Milday Orchid" is close enough, so no complaints from her there. She presses her fingers lightly around the fabric. Soft and cozy around her neck, she has to admit. Not a bad purchase. ]

Bright colors and patterns are nice too, I think. But dark colors... they remind me of a friend.

[ Time has stopped in their worlds, yet she still wonders how Apollo's been doing after taking off. ]

[ Ah, in that case...

He doesn't pry more, not wanting to disturb the hint of fondness he thinks he glimpses in her eyes. ]

In that case, why don't we also pick out a scarf for your friend? Even if they aren't here, I'm certain they would appreciate the thoughtfulness were they to arrive one day in the future.

[ Besides, he has some money leftover, and there's no more noble cause than aiding a friend in need. ]

[ She doesn't know if she wants Apollo or anyone else to get dragged into the war. Although honestly, she has been feeling dreadfully lonely whenever she thinks about them. When she returns home, whenever that may be, she does want to make her friend smile somehow.

A thoughtful pause, before she answers. ]

I... want to get a matching scarf for her.

[ A black scarf for the Black Knight. And the more in debt she feels towards this stranger. ]

A matching scarf sounds like a wonderful idea.

[ Especially since there's nothing easier to match to than a black scarf. Black on black on black....not a theme he's particularly into himself, but then again he doesn't know who he's buying it for.

Maybe he'll get to meet this mysterious her though. ]

Is this friend of yours here with you?

No... it's been... several months since I last saw her back home. There was something she had to do.

[ It doesn't help having that Orchid also made it her purpose to travel alone, to keep the Queen's kingdom safe. Even after all is said and done in Fellden, who knows when she can returns. ]

But I... promised her I would think of something to give her when she comes back. Something for her to look forward to.

[ That's a little more words shared than what she usually says. It's evident how much this friend means to her. ]

[ Orchid might not say a lot but her simple words spark a brief flare of fondness within Frederick's heart. How much she cherishes her friend is clear, and he vows silently to watch over this girl until she can be reunited with her dear friend, whether it be here in Fellden or back in her home world.

His own tone softens as he looks down at her. ]

I'm certain she'll be more than happy to receive this gift from you.

[ He would be, if he were in this person's shoes. ]

I'm also certain she'll want to make sure you take care of yourself.

[ So no freezing! ]

[ Please, she was only a little chilly! But he's right. ]

...of course.

[ Not just Apollo. She has to give credit to Queen Orchis, the Captain, Lyria, Io, and the others aboard the Grandcypher for allowing her to exist. They gave her this life and she can't be so careless with it. Though she often thinks that she would give her entire self up if she ever has to... ]

Thank you, for your help... [ A pause. ] You haven't given me your name. I would like to repay you someday.

[ How absolutely remiss of him. His eyes widen briefly before he bows his head, abashed. ]

Ah, my apologies. My name is Frederick of Ylisse, though as of late it would be more accurate to say I am of the Moon Temple.

[ Them factions, yo. ]

Please feel free to call upon me any time you require assistance.

[ And he will come running! ]

...A pleasure.

[ A pause. Moon Temple is supposed to be the opposing side, but she hasn't had any prior qualms conversing with others of that faction. ~~Black Knight would've probably been part of Moon too...~~ ]

I'm of the Court of Stars.

[ Might be kind of hard to come running for her, unless they're in neutral territory! ]

—Ah.

[ It slips out before he can stop himself, a single syllable of disappointment. Not that he holds too much stock in the idea of enemies based purely on faction, but the war has been going on for far longer than he's been here, and he knows so little of the situation at hand. ]

I suppose it might be difficult for me to run into the court of the Stars, but we can always meet up here if needed.

[ The neutral territories are here for a reason! ]

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