Claire turned his head to the scene of people gathering around Cecilia, realizing by now how many had lined up to have an audience while they socialized on the fields. Seth had a fairly nice point. It'd be far better to engage with them when the festivities have died down and the crew is in a more sedated state. In particular, he wondered if Lady Laplace would have the opportunity to properly rest later. Being a popular figurehead and the day's experiences would, he imagine, have tired out the young noble. He had wanted to talk with her, but his affairs are second place to her health.<br/><br/>"It's a shame, but I don't think Miss Dancer will be joining us tomorrow. I feel that she's a traveler and this was simply an unlucky extended stop. Fortunately, the myrmidon and the mercenary captain intend to stay for the night."<br/><br/>Regrettably, Claire wondered if he at least should have asked for her name. Returning his thoughts to himself, the knight realized that lugging around the stupidly effective armor all day on his body has tired his own body. He trudged over towards a tree close by to sit down and rest against to imitate the mage. To say the least, he found the idea of a short break to be appealing.<br/><br/>The excessively long red<del>tablecloth</del>muffler dragged on the grass behind, clearly exhausted as well from flapping in the wind throughout the day. A day that seemed to be ending soon, marked by the setting sun's red rays closed off from the knight's eyes when he slid the visor down. A short time later, a light snoring noise announced the conversion of Claire lightly closing his eyes to taking a heavy nap.