Clair: A moment, Alm? I pray you do not take those awful things Fernand said to heart. Not all nobles share his sentiments. You must understand, Fernand has his reasons for feeling as he does. Clive and I have known him since childhood. He loved my brother as his own, and I know there’s good in him yet. When Clive joined the Knights of Zofia, Fernand joined as well. And so did I—mostly because I positively LOATHE being excluded! …What? Of course they let me in! Why wouldn’t they?! Actually, now that you mention it, I never did stop to wonder why. I just asked my father, and soon after, they welcomed me into their ranks.
Clair: Gray told me everything, Alm. So you and that Celica woman were friends when you were little? That’s why you seemed so close! Good, then. I was starting to worry. Well, not WORRY. I mean, it’s not my business how you two… Oh, never mind. But are you certain Celica is just a priestess? The way she carried herself was more… refined. Like how you carry yourself.
Clair: Salutations, Alm… …Mmm? I seem down? Not at all, not at all. I simply miss my manor in Zofia. My parents… My nursemaid… The ladies-in-waiting and servants… I wonder what they’re all doing right now. If they knew I was washing my own hands before supper— and a supper of dried fish at that— they would simply keel over in shock! But it would be fun to look fine for a change and attend a grand ball! Do you dance, Alm? …Ah, I see. Well, never fear! You can learn from me. Er, that is to say… Well, when the war is over, I was wondering if we might have a dance. Just one dance! It would mean so very much to me.