He nods. "You seem the sort - strong. Confident."

"What do you do for a living, Olwen?"

Which he doesn't.

He sips his tea serenely, perfectly composed.

Kavra is also stunned by Feyran's declaration but Noichont is completely unphased. He'd discerned the depths of their relationship in roughly a glance.

"I'm glad you were able to find someone so compatible, Feyran. That's rare in this world."

His eyebrows lift slightly when she says she bought the paint set, but he says nothing and just continues to eat politely and quietly.

He silently takes a bite of the stew, pretending not to notice Kavra's piercing stare.

He's sure to give a wide, pleased smile and quiet hum so she knows he approves.

He gets up, pulling out Kavra's chair for her.

He coughs into his fist and quickly sits back down.

He doesn't bat an eye at Feyran's provocations, expecting they're not intended for *him*, anyroad.

The man gets to his feet and bows formally before Olwen. "Noichont Felipant, of Ishgard, as your partner has said. A lesser noble house. A pleasure to meet you."

>> everything, and a small smile graces his otherwise polite but serious face.

"Hm. A pleasant surprise."

An Ishgardian Elezen is sitting on the couch, posture perfect and hands folded on his lap. He's oddly broad-shouldered for a nobleman, and his piercing blue eyes seem to stare directly into the Hyur and half Elezen as they enter, shifting between them.

In a single moment he seems to have inferred >