With a heavy sigh of relief, Fanilly couldn't help but fall onto her rear end.

Sweat was rolling down her brow. She was both hot and flushed.

Training with Lilette was both overwhelming, but everything she hoped it would be. The Gentle Blade's skills were incredible. The Elf Knight was everything she'd heard of in the stories and more.

She hadn't truly fought her during the dream. Each strike was so fast, so clean and precise that she didn't even feel it happening.

Unlike certain other knights, Fanilly's training was far less lethal. But that didn't make it any less grueling.

Regardless, this is what she had to do. She had to pursue every possible avenue of improvement if she wanted to fulfill her position. A part of her had dearly wanted to try training with Saint Elionne herself, but given she wasn't present here in this illusory and strange world she was unable to do so.

After her training session concluded and Fanilly departed from the yard, she cleaned herself up and changed clothes. This place existed outside of the world and outside of the rest of time, didn't it?

Would they simply arrive at the real Candaeln as if nothing had happened? If it was anything like that 'dream' that would be the case. And yet, it was clear that this versions of these figures from history retained so many memories and thoughts from their original selves.

Fanilly paused at that thought.

It was important for her to focus. To focus on what would make her actually worthy of her title. To lead the Iron Rose Knights to victory. To become someone who was truly capable of doing so no matter what.

And yet-

Wasn't this an opportunity she never could have imagined? Throughout her studies, learning of military history and figures of the past, Fanilly had found herself wanting to learn more.

Wasn't this an opportunity to do just that?

She'd been hesitant to bother the real Lilette in the 'waking world' with such things, but now, here-

It was selfish, wasn't it?

But it was something she couldn't get out of her mind.

Given she had the ability to speak to the real Lilette in the waking world, it was that which drove her choice to approach another of the Knights instead.

"Sir Cyrus?" she asked, "I, er, I was hoping to speak to you..."

Hopefully he was still around here. She'd made her way near the stables after asking a maid about the enormous man's whereabouts.

Which did make her wonder if the staff, too, were all people who had truly been alive back in this time.

[@Raineh Daze]