[ Maybe in different circumstances she'd have pouted and protested, demanding an answer as to why he's being so specifically vague about inviting their friends. But as it stands, she understands. There's no guarantee that they're from the same timeline. That just because the Deer hadn't been amongst the list of dead accounted for in his ledgers didn't mean that they'd be there in hers.

Instead she quietly leaves it there, but not before giving him a gentle nudge in the side. Thankfully there's no time for sobering thoughts to pull them under. His spot-on (read: over the top, exaggerated) impression immediately has her snorting.

As naive as it sounds, the thought of a country without borders has her surprised. After all, it's not as if she had grown up in that kind of place and fate hadn't even been kind enough to whisk her away to a place that wasn't similar to Fodlan in the division of its country's borders. She's only momentarily distracted by the idea of Claude's father (a king, she absently reminds herself) and Nader sneaking off to cause trouble for someone, namely her father. ]

I can see where you got your mischievousness from. And why you're so determined to see Fodlan take after Almyra.

[ She can see the bridge off in the distance along with the distinct sound of the rushing water beneath it but it doesn't occur to her to be worried. After all, flying on the back of a wyvern had seen her take to higher heights before. What was a little bridge? Or rather a long little bridge. Thankfully her attentions are turned elsewhere. Rather, her attentions sweep back up towards him, something soft and admiring in her expression. ]

You know, I never would have thought something like that would have been possible before I met you. But the fact that I know that's possible now and that you're the one spearheading it...I think it could really happen, Claude. If someone like you can't do it then I'm not sure who can.

[ Her grip around him tightens. ]

I hope I'll be there to see it.