Oh, if only Corrin knew how she simultaneously distracts Ovelia yet adds to her anxiety. Such a small thing, to hold another's hand in her own, yet even such brief, innocent touches were denied her for so long. Every fiber of Ovelia's being is aware of just how warm Corrin's hand is, how soft her skin, even in spite of the callouses that come of wielding a blade.

Corrin is easy with affection, both spoken and tactile, and Ovelia feels her pulse quicken as her friend guides her along the path.

"I... I would love that. I always forget that I am at liberty to travel now. I should venture out more often than I have. There's barely any danger to it anymore."