Like a gust of wind that swept away the gloom cloaking the veil, a flicker of joy swept across Eve's doubting face, but it was merely for a moment before it drowned in the faint melancholy that lay upon her features.
"Komer, what do you mean by this?"
"It means nothing specific. I just hope that you could go out more, see more. I feel more at ease with Grace accompanying you. Flanders is engulfed in war, and things may not go as planned. If you're interested, perhaps a trip to the Southern Mediterranean would be enlightening. I think Xifnos Island will be quite an eye-opener for you both."
Komer did not want to spell it out; the girl's pride needed safeguarding, although such needless pride often posed a significant barrier between two people who wished to grow closer. However, forcefully removing such barriers could only lead to bigger problems. Komer did not want to rush things and achieve the opposite result.