[He thinks better of asking Nero, but Vergil wonders privately if his healing factor has changed or improved at all since the full extent of his power has awakened. Vergil lacks the reference point to determine it certainly for himself beyond the observation that it is slower than either his or Dante's healing. Now is not the time to ask though. Not when Nero's pride is likely more damaged and battered than he is physically at present despite the visible improvement to his mood. So, instead of asking, he waits for Nero to begin the conversation again. Nothing comes though as staff bring them drinks. He raises a slight eyebrow at Nero also ordering tea and watches him with a mild bit of skepticism as he takes that first sip. Surprisingly, he pulls no faces or overt signs of disliking it, but Vergil will be surprised if it's touched any further let alone finish before the water.]
[Vergil sips at his own tea idly in their silence. He's not looking at Nero, instead watching the movement in the kitchen from their position, but he can feel his son's eyes on him. Glancing at him as he's fixing his hair, Vergil wonders if perhaps he's looking for him to make conversation. Surely not. He knows Vergil is terrible at it generally speaking, and is always far more comfortable with following another's lead. But the silence stretches on after Nero's quiet sigh.]
[Alright, let's see...]
[He idly drums a finger against his cup of tea as he mulls over the possibilities. Anything pertaining to their training session is off-limits as far as Vergil is concerned. Too tricky of a minefield with Nero only just coming down from the height of his emotion. He could mention how and why he knows this place, but that's irrelevant and if Nero cared, he would have asked already. He could ask what Nero ordered for himself, but that's not likely going to lead to much by way of conversation either. Perhaps his plans for the rest of the day? No... But maybe...?]
You've been here for a while now in Folkmore. Do you feel you're settling in?
[Vergil knows Nero has been trying to explore different parts of Folkmore every now and again. He imagines by now he has found places he enjoys and possibly made himself some acquaintances at the very least if not friends.]
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[Vergil sips at his own tea idly in their silence. He's not looking at Nero, instead watching the movement in the kitchen from their position, but he can feel his son's eyes on him. Glancing at him as he's fixing his hair, Vergil wonders if perhaps he's looking for him to make conversation. Surely not. He knows Vergil is terrible at it generally speaking, and is always far more comfortable with following another's lead. But the silence stretches on after Nero's quiet sigh.]
[Alright, let's see...]
[He idly drums a finger against his cup of tea as he mulls over the possibilities. Anything pertaining to their training session is off-limits as far as Vergil is concerned. Too tricky of a minefield with Nero only just coming down from the height of his emotion. He could mention how and why he knows this place, but that's irrelevant and if Nero cared, he would have asked already. He could ask what Nero ordered for himself, but that's not likely going to lead to much by way of conversation either. Perhaps his plans for the rest of the day? No... But maybe...?]
You've been here for a while now in Folkmore. Do you feel you're settling in?
[Vergil knows Nero has been trying to explore different parts of Folkmore every now and again. He imagines by now he has found places he enjoys and possibly made himself some acquaintances at the very least if not friends.]