Arquis didn't move. Even when Rin touched him, he didn't so much as blink. It didn't really look like he was breathing, either. He was just frozen in place, his lips slightly parted, his dilated pupils fixed on something across the dining hall. There was nothing in the direction he was looking in except for two chairs posed around an empty table.
"No one listen," Cearan mumbled sadly. She wrapped her arms about herself like she was cold, though the room was relatively warm. "Never. Never listen."
That seemed to finally get a response out of the nobleman. Something flickered in his eyes, and he pushed away from the table so abruptly that his coffee splashed over the lip of his mug. Cearan flinched. He stumbled backwards. The few remaining people in the room were all staring at him now, a couple whispering under their breath. He turned on his heel and, as fast as he could, left the room. Where he was going, he didn't really know. He just couldn't be there anymore. He ducked through a door, then another, and then he was outside, practically tripping over himself in an effort to leave the inn behind.
Eventually, his pace slowed. He came back to himself. He was somewhere unfamiliar, a small hill he didn't know. It seemed to gently rise above the valley and field that the Cecilia Rouge was located in. He hadn't gone that far, then. That was good. He sat down heavily on a knocked-over tree stump. His breath formed clouds of mist in front of his face; he hadn't realized it was that cold out. The temperature must have dropped again overnight.
He wondered where Rin was. Maybe they'd tried to come after him, or maybe he was still in the dining room. He felt awful for leaving like that, but it hadn't been intentional. He hadn’t quite been himself.
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Honey patted Ari's chest and nuzzled into his stomach, growing more and more tempted to go back to sleep. "Yeah. 'Course. You can keep eating, by the way. Just don't get crumbs on me."
He snaked an arm out and grabbed his own breakfast sandwich. Lazily, he turned his head to the side and began to nibble on a piece of bacon. The chefs always put some kind of spice on it that made it extra flavorful. If he had any knowledge of or will to cook, maybe he'd ask about it, but he didn't.