"Hey, Ovelia!" Corrin steps lightly as ever into the garden, waving to the young woman as she does so. Her smile and demeanour suggest good cheer, and not offense as the Ivalician had feared.

"I got your letter, and it reminded me it's been too long since we spent any time together, so I thought I'd stop by." She explains as she approaches. "I thought I might join you for a bit. Hey..." She stops, looking concerned; Ovelia is clearly worried about something. "Everything all right?"