[ The slight jostling doesn't bother her because she knows that she'll easily find her place at his side. When she's settled, her arm snakes around his waist ensuring that anyone that is coming in the opposite direction will have to go around them because the likelihood of her separating from him is slim. ]

Well obviously I have to make a trip to Almyra. I thought that was a given.

[ It's even hard for her to say whether or not she means what she says about traveling Fodlan and the lands beyond it. She has no plans, ever, save for this nebulous fate that she knows will await her should she return home and survive the war. Daydreaming suits her fine and has proven an effective tool for providing solace in wartimes, just like knocking down lords too set in their ways does the same. But even the great pretender isn't blind to inevitability. Why not have as much fun as she can while she's still free of real responsibility and avoiding the fact that some day they'd be going their separate ways?

Speaking of - her gaze swings up towards him with a look. ]

But if we do go home, won't you have responsibilities? Don't get me wrong, I love the idea of an heir to the throne showing me around their home, but I feel like the point of a royal is that they're supposed to be running the affairs of their country. That's sort of hard to do when you're very far from the capital.