[Growing up an orphan on the streets of anywhere cannot have been an easy childhood. Cehd'ra doesn't know Vesuvia but he remembers Ishgard and the war orphans who huddled for warmth in the Brume. Some would say that growing up as he did in a wilderness was a hard life but Cehd'ra knows better.]

You've come far. Though I've yet been given the chance to truly prove anything, I will do my best not to disappoint.

[For someone not of noble birth Cehd'ra's familiar enough with some of the customs, taking Asra's hand gently, fingers curling around around the other's to guide him. A beautiful man wanting to talk to him is the last thing Cehd'ra expected going into this but he's not unhappy about it, even if the surprise is still slow to completely wear off.

The spot Cehd'ra decides on is a low lounge chair with an ottoman nearby, the former for Asra and the latter for Cehd'ra (and his tail).]

Does this suit you?