"I always assumed it was metaphorical." Corrin is idly playing with one of the reproductions she had made for the festival; a plain bonnet that is labeled as a "simple kerchief" on the display that she took it from. "Or that it was like a sea just after a...storm?" She thinks to herself. "And like the water was still kind of choppy and foamy. That would make it grey...ish."

Corrin understands the stress; she's feeling it too, and involving herself in things like this festival helps keep her grounded and focused. And helps her believe that there will be a world after they defeat the dragon. Because they will defeat Bahamut. They will.

...They have to.

"I don't see why you couldn't. What's the recipe?" She asks. "I bet if there are any ingredients we can't find in Vaikuntha we can probably make substitutions."

She glances over at one of the displays that talks about the Hoshidan war; squinting, she can just make out that it appears to be talking about the Battle of Fort Jinya. "Thanks, Richard." She says gratefully. "Some of it was difficult to talk about, but it was important to me that the people here get the complete picture of Nohr, and that meant talking about the bad as well as the good. History has to be complete or it's just propaganda."

She sets the bonnet down and goes to sit down as well. "I don't know if I've ever asked you a lot about East Point." She says. "What's it like?"