[it isn't mealtime, but there are severs around for Akira to flag down anyway. he requests a cloth wrapped around a clump of ice, for the lovely lady with a bruised shoulder, and thankfully the tavern workers don't seem against heeding that response. the barmaid disappears into the kitchen. she'll be back in a second]
no subject
[then he turns back to Rion]
[. . .]
Princess carry style?