When the world is at peace, Raphtalia may… start thinking about things like that.
If we do well, her social status will be high by the time I leave.
“I am… that is… um…” (Raphtalia)
Raphtalia’s eyes spin as her face goes red.
Her real age is still quite low. I don’t think she should really be drinking, and I don’t think she’s at an age where she should be concerned with love yet.