If he were to be honest, Eldigan would have described his state as confused. With a nod of silent gratitude he took the canteen the boy offered him, all the while trying not to stare. There was a strange familiarity he felt, though maybe it really was just the right tone of Chalphy blue hair.
Maybe the lion of Nordion was slowly but surely losing his mind.
He reached out slowly, unsure whether what he was seeing was indeed real. The last thing he could still remember was… cold stone against his knees. The sound of water dripping somewhere nearby, shouting echoing through the hallways of the dungeon. Taking that into consideration the sudden brightness and apparent serenity of the scenery felt more like a dream than fact.
“Thank you.”
The water helped his parched throat to feel somewhat more functional. Reluctantly, the knight tried to clear his throat, wincing at the pain.
“I– I have been better, frankly. But it’s nothing–”
A cough interrupted his words.
“N-nothing that time won’t take care of, rest assured.”
The question overwhelms Eldigan, sending him back into a panicked frenzy, grasping for anything that would give him an indication of why he was where he was.
“I don’t know. I remember very little, I’m afraid.”
For a second he pondered on the words burning the tip of his tongue.
“Forgive me for being forward, good sir, but you wouldn’t happen to be related to House Chalphy?”
The revelation that the man was capable of drink soothed some of Celice’s worries -- there were still many to be had, certainly, but in the state he was now it was likely the man would survive. Time is, as this man said, one of the best cures. Perhaps even for addled memories...
Since he knows little it might be best to take him back to the army. Perhaps Levin would know something , be able to offer some sort of insight. He was about to make this offer when the blond man spoke once more, inquiring about his heritage. It was clear enough that the question had shaken him a bit; eyebrows raised and once more glancing over the man for any sight of weapons. Another glance around the field to ensure no archer or mage may be lurking nearby - incidents in the past had led to raised caution in the present and finally, once he was satisfied with the situation, Celice locked eyes with Eldigan and smiled.
“I am. I know it’s unkind to hesitate, but I’ve many enemies these days, as numerous as friends.”
If this man knew of his family even through hazed memories then perhaps he was an ally. Once more the young man smiles , a hand placed on his hip as he offers a nod in confirmation.
“That said, I hope you haven’t any lofty ideals of me. I am Celice Baldo Chalphy, the leader of the Liberation Army. Were you looking for us when you passed out here? A messenger from a town, perchance?”
