[And he does sit next to her, settling before that generous mug; straight-backed at first, but it's easy for him to fall into something more comfortable in her presence, and Sephiroth leans forward just enough to press an elbow onto the surface of the table, minding the map.]
Very.
[Jealous, that is. He takes the mug but doesn't drink just yet, instead holding it aloft as his eyes rove away from Ciri and to the map.]
As though I don't have the road we're taking memorized. [Not that it takes much; the path is straightforward. He hovers a gloved finger over the road that they've taken westward, one that filters into the thick forest boundary between the Free Cities and Solvunn, indicating his meaning.]
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Very.
[Jealous, that is. He takes the mug but doesn't drink just yet, instead holding it aloft as his eyes rove away from Ciri and to the map.]
As though I don't have the road we're taking memorized. [Not that it takes much; the path is straightforward. He hovers a gloved finger over the road that they've taken westward, one that filters into the thick forest boundary between the Free Cities and Solvunn, indicating his meaning.]