[ The more innocent Himeka tries to act, the more that Thancred's suspicion rises.

As soon as she confirms the color of the flowers, he heaves out a sigh and shakes his head in quiet dismay. ]

I should have known. You somehow find a way to put a finger in every pie, even in the midst of some world-ending calamity.

[ Yet despite that tired hint to his tone, there's also a fondness to it. This is simply Himeka's way, and it's that very aspect of her that makes her so beloved among people all across Etheirys and beyond.

Perhaps in Abraxas as well, given how much Khloris has taken a liking to her. ]

Well, I suppose I must wear the flowers well, if everyone insists on decorating my hair with them.

[ He smirks, doing his best to put a spin on the situation as they continue their climb. ]