[ Unlike the others, Setsuna is content with staying outside. Apart from politely showing his face inside the house earlier, he has afterwards moved to a less crowded area where he keeps to himself for the meantime. He didn't want to get in anyone's way; it's odd for him to simply stand around staring at people. Thus instead, he's seated atop a solid garden fence, facing the distant outskirts of Caissa as the wind brushes by.
On his lap, a plate of food lies across. A modest portion of varied shares, as Setsuna wanted to try a little bit of everything at least once. He knows that Adra worked hard, so it feels right to at least acknowledge that. His head turns faintly at one point, eyes moving to stare at the swaying flowers. Though his expression is nonexistent, he looks at them in a particularly gentle way... ]
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On his lap, a plate of food lies across. A modest portion of varied shares, as Setsuna wanted to try a little bit of everything at least once. He knows that Adra worked hard, so it feels right to at least acknowledge that. His head turns faintly at one point, eyes moving to stare at the swaying flowers. Though his expression is nonexistent, he looks at them in a particularly gentle way... ]