[ordinarily, francel hates being so easily seen through — but it's been a while now since anyone but haurchefant was kind to him, and being seen through seems better than not being seen. somehow, the strangely intimate way that andersen says you aren't the sort — as if they've known each other years and years — soothes francel and softens his ill humor.]

A-Ah, well...

[the soft, quiet voice of the usual francel.

...but telling the full truth involves admitting that he accidentally posted shirtless videos of his fellow elezen to the network a few weeks ago...]

He... I know not this man's name nor his face, but he insulted me and my companions some days prior. He — I suppose he hails from a world where elves are slaves and prostitutes, so he insinuated that we Elezen were as such, among other foul things. My countrymen seemed content to let the matter go, but... even I have my pride...