Bridget
"If we're going to make it connected to my old name, I'd prefer using my given one rather than my family name. Makes it a bit more personal, if you get what I'm saying."

*Furrowing her eyebrows, she found herself in thought again. What could sound good with 'Kiana?'*

"What about D'artia? Sounds distinct enough from my old one, if you ask me. But it still has that same sound as 'Artoria,' no?"
James
"I wouldn't suggest making it connected to your old name in anyway. Make it a little bit too obvious. Although I've seen the wanted poster and the wanted person looks nothing like you." 

*He closed his eyes and thought a bit on D'artia.*

"Maybe I have too much context, but I cannot help but think some conspiracist will link the name together with a last name that sounds like that." 

"Besides, I don't think it should start with D and a A... Uhhh." *He flipped furiously through the pages, looking for the meaning of Artoria,*"...To be like bear. Well, that is pretty tough." 

"D'artia? Darcia? Dartia? Daca? Dakka?"
Bridget
"Darcia sounds good."

*She stopped, checking a nearby clock. It was getting rather late - she could feel her eyes becoming wearier as the time passed.*

"Well, I'm going to head off to bed. See you in the morning."
Erin
"Darcia. It is done then. Kiana Darcia. Could always say you were a half-blood or something like that. It will pass the test." 

*He nodded and stretched out his arms.* 

"This took more energy than I thought. I'll go to bed and return the books to the library tommorow. Good night. I'll make breakfast. You eat everything, right?"
Bridget
"Hey, as long as it isn't raw, I'll eat practically anything," She huffed, rubbing her eyelids. "Aside from monster meat or tofu, anyway."

*With that, she got up from her seat, making her way to the main room. She ascended the stairs, making her way to her room. Everything, from the bed to the view, was hers. When was the last time she slept under a roof - the last time she had a meal waiting for her when she woke up?*

*Before she could think any further, she was interrupted by a sudden whiff - some odious scent - that wafted into her nose. It was some disgusting mixture of the forest, smoke, the streets, and alcohol. She retched at the first inhale before stumbling out towards the bathroom, fumbling over the knobs before finally turning the bath on. Clawing at her cloak, she threw it off before following suit with the rest of her clothes. The smell diminished somewhat, but it still hung about the bathroom - it came, not just from her clothes, but from herself as well. She needed a bath, badly.*

*And so, she dipped herself into the waters. Washing away the dirt, cleaning off the smell of the forest until she caught only the freshness of spearmint. But when she got out, and as she drifted to sleep upon her new bed, a thought caught her attention for a fleeting second.*

*She wasn't going to bed as Artoria any longer - nor as Arthur. Christened under a new name, she would fall asleep as Kiana Darcia - a stranger to the Salvainian lands, whose reputation boasted nothing to speak of.*

*And, with that prospect lingering for a few more moments, she fell asleep, a slight grin on her face.*
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