I spend a lot of time listening to Ignis's adventures. Just like with the soldiers I contacted to spread good rumours, I see a lot of proud expressions while they tell me they fought next to my husband.
Their stories are interesting, and the way they show respect is different from the nobles but so genuine. I can tell they love their King and would follow him in a battle against hell itself.
They also tell me how scary it was to be surrounded by so much lightning, but how it felt weird that none of that hit them. They couldn't even run back, but they weren't hurt... It's nice to listen to my own battle prowess, to be sincere.
As wine flows, their tongues aren't tied anymore. I drink only water because I need to depart soon, but I can observe how the joy of being alive makes everyone's face red and their smiles broader.
