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Civilization felt like a massive breath of fresh air for Lilliane's mind. Even though the country was crushed underfoot, they were—at this moment—literally out of the woods. That drop that felt like it took an eternity was no more than a vivid memory. For now, they were at peace.

Despite not really having enough time to change or get new clothes, Lilliane's outfit for the morning cafe was different. This time around, she wore a herringbone tweed suit. Much more well-loved than the one before, the cuffs and edges had been frayed from use. Though, for the time being, the jacket had been placed on the chair's back where Lilliane had sat.

Out of some sort of obligation as a guide, she corrected Chloe. [color=E1DAD0]"No, we're still in Orleans. Paris is still a hundred and a half kilometres. My apologies for the [i]butter[/i], though. War rationing and whatnot."[/color] She replied, different from the day prior. The stress of meeting some people she didn't trust in the middle of the forest was no longer there. But, you know, being shot at and subsequently protected by people who could flip around flesh and summon tanks tended to give at least a modicum of trust. 

The black coffee in front of her was a welcome reprieve from the previous day of dry bread and suffering without much to drink.

[color=E1DAD0]"Also, feet off the table. We just trudged through hours of dirt and [i]you[/i] didn't change your shoes."[/color]