"A travelling singer..." she repeated, looking up from the meal to regard him for a moment. "That sounds very exciting. I can only imagine some of the things that you saw," Looking down again, and forking another portion into her mouth. She imagined it while she chewed -- the world that he came from. He seemed so well-taken care of and well-spoken, she assumed it must have been a beautiful place.

"I travelled quite a bit as well," she confessed once she had swallowed down her mouthful. "Before coming here, I mean. But... it was nothing so exciting as for songs and stories." It had been out of necessity for the people of Spira, and then come the war, for survival.