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[For the longest time, Cheria didn't want to believe that it was true. That Asbel's disappearance from the house was just a temporary thing. His belongings were gone, but that didn't mean anything. He could've just been sent home for a brief while and would return soon enough. If it could happen to both herself and Richard, then why not Asbel? Though, now that four days have passed, she has to face the possibility that Asbel has followed the same route as Sophie, Hubert, Pascal and the Captain. That he may not return any time soon, and if he does, he may not remember what had transpired on Luceti.

People will have to know. Asbel had made so many friends here who would miss him... She can't leave this responsibility to King Richard- he's already been through so much. As much as he tries to hide it, Cheria can tell that Asbel's absence is hurting him as much as it's hurting her. No, possibly even more.

With a heavy feeling in her chest, she picks up her journal from the nightstand. She'd been hiding in her room for quite a few hours now, but she's getting restless. As she flips the book open, she starts to pace through the house.]

Ah... I'm sorry, everyone. This announcement will only take a moment. That is... To everyone who's met Asbel Lhant... [She chokes back a sob as she enters the living room. Having to announce it to the world only makes it that much more real.]

T-To everyone who may miss him... I'm afraid he's been s-sent home. I'm... I'm sure it's for the best, so please don't-

[Her voice cuts off abruptly as she takes a seat on the couch, only to realize she sat down on something. Or... someone. She tilts her head to the left curiously and breathes a sharp gasp when she realizes she's sitting in the lap of a boy who's lying sprawled out across the couch. Not just any boy, either.]

A-ASBEL!

[The journal slips from her hands in shock, though not before recording a bit of Asbel's response:] ... Huh? Cheria, what are- [There's a loud thud and the recording cuts off completely.]

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That sounds great.

Then, I'll be right back.

[And she starts to head towards the kitchen. If Asbel wants to follow, that's cool. ~~And if Asbel wants curry, he'll have to wait for dinner.~~]

[Asbel debates going to find Richard for a moment while he waits, but decides against it. Cheria might get worried if he vanished while she was preparing him food. And it shouldn't take her more than a moment.

...He knows any conversation he has with Richard will be much longer than that.

So he rocks on his heels for a bit, before deciding to follow her.]

[Once in the kitchen, Cheria will get started on making that sandwich. Bread, mayo, chicken... Maybe she can sneak some lettuce in there, too.]

It's... so funny that you would return right on the moment where I was about to announce that you'd been sent home.

What is the last thing you remember?

[Much like Cheria, Richard is trying to gauge how much they've both experienced. If she says they dealt with the monsters, then she must at least be from the same point in time as he is, if not further along. But how much further, if she is?]

[Hm... How to best word this... Richard doesn't seem phased hearing about the notion that they'd already dealt with the monsters, so it must be the same for him, right?]

Well, after... After everything was done, we all parted ways again. It was easy to give everyone a ride home with the shuttle. ...The last thing I remember is leaving Barona to return to Lhant with Asbel and Sophie.

[At this point, Asbel could eat the table.]

I'm starting to think they do it on purpose.

[The slight smile he gives her this time is far more genuine-- relieved, even, now that he knows there's nothing to worry about as far as knowledge of future events is concerned.]

I see. Then it would appear that the two of us come from exactly the same point in time. The last thing I remember is turning around to head back into the castle with Duke Dalen.

[Cheria looks quite relieved as well. She breathes a bit of a sigh, both hands still holding onto the teacup tightly.]

I'm glad. ... We've really been through a lot together, haven't we?

I should hope the Malnosso have better things to do than playing practical jokes on their guinea pigs.

[She continues to pile ingredients onto the sandwich, then finishes it off with the second slice of bread and moves the plate in Asbel's direction.]

We certainly have. At least this way we have both seen for ourselves that everything will work out in the end. That's one more weight off our shoulders during our time here.

Well-- [He was about to say something, but is cut off by the deliverance of his sandwich.]

Ah. Thanks, Cheria.

Yes, it is. I'm sure that with Lambda asleep once more and Fodra's core disarmed, things will finally grow peaceful in our world.

You're welcome! [She gives him a bright smile. Somehow, it already feels like everything is back to normal, but what is 'normal' in a place like this, anyway?]

I know I will do everything in my power to make that become a reality. It will take time, but I truly hope that Windor, Strahta and Fendel will all be able to exist together in harmony someday.

I'm sure that they will. I think everyone understands now that no good will come from war.

[She smiles, then takes a sip of her tea. The warmth is making her feel a little better.]

[Richard nods, looking down at his own cup of tea.]

That is what I'd like to believe as well.

[he holds the plate in one hand, grabbing the sandwich with the other hand. It'd probably be a good idea to give the food a taste, after all. So he raises it to his lips and takes a bite, and--]

[...Oh, this is good. Like, really good. But, of course, it was made by Cheria. She's always been so talented when it came to things like this...]

Delicious!

I'm glad you like it. [It's not like she put that much effort into the sandwich, but after all Asbel's been through, he deserves proper food.]

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