@destriaoris sweets .ᐟ ₍ a cheer. she’d been craving pastries and candies all day. ₎ hm … but should we go to a pâtessierie or a confiserie first, hm .ᐣ what do you have a taste for .ᐣ
“i suppose that’s alright. but we’ll have to steer clear of any gardemeks, i’m afraid. they hardly let me step out the door without trailing after me like lost puppies .ᐟ it really is quite annoying.”
“oh .ᐟ how kind of them.” her words held a slight echo of uncertainty. never once, in all her years at the palais mermonia, had a physician taken her * 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 the palace walls.
" yes, " kuvitar lies, folding hands 'hind back. " the palais has indeed sent me to check in on you. "
of course not. he is not employed by the palais, just as he does not belong to the nation of justice. justice, he finds, is so dull; ...
she ought to trust a medical professional. especially one who seemed to be so concerned with her well———being, keeping such a watchful eye on her even in the depths of conversation.
“i didn’t know i was due for an examination … did the palais officials send you .ᐣ”
a soft smile, now free of curious digits prodding upon her teeth. “that was rather quick. is that it .ᐣ”
gaze softens, entirely too———trusting of a stranger and his words. naïve to any ill———intent, the curse of the sheltered girl. evangeline had not yet learned to doubt others, to project malice upon their actions.
young woman, impeccable health; deduced from cursory glance. kuvitar tilts her head back, thumb dragging her bottom lip down and exposing pearly whites.
" perfectly fine, mademoiselle, " he replies and releases her after getting the information ...
eh— .ᐣ eyes wide, surprise evident in the pools of ever———green and in the slackness of jaw. words slightly distorted through squished cheeks. “i— is everything alright, * 𝓂onsieur .ᐣ”