[Ardyn was more used to seeing too-realistic memories than he should have been, but one that was explicitly not his own was a newer experience he found deeply unsettling. He'd been on his way to Affurgato regardless when it came in unclear and indistinct flashes, but the gradual recognition as it gained clarity and substance only made him take quicker steps to find the source of it. Because who else's memory could it be, especially with a familial resemblance even Ardyn could pick up on?]
...Honerva. [He reached out with a gentle touch to her arm, concern written all over his face.] Could I speak with you, when you've time enough for it?
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...Honerva. [He reached out with a gentle touch to her arm, concern written all over his face.] Could I speak with you, when you've time enough for it?