I could become a very busy woman, Sylvain. There are plenty of things that could fill my schedule. [ but judging by the amused twist to her lips, she isn't planning on it. no, dorothea likes the quiet life now. in any case, if she made herself too much of a schedule, she'd be forced to reckon with the fact that she'd cancel nearly anything to spend more time with sylvain.

when his attention turns to her, she can feel it. his gaze is palpable. there's really only one way she's ever learned to deal with being overwhelmed - which is to match the other person at every move, of course. so she doesn't let it fluster her (that is, she doesn't let it show on her face), and she leans forward as well, hands politely folded in her lap like they're at a proper dinner instead of a little stall on the road.

when he admits how short his stay is going to be, she keeps a perfectly even expression on her face, because she won't dare to let the disappointment she feels shine through. no, that's a feeling to lock in a box, shove to the back of her mind, and interrogate later. she hadn't seen sylvain for nearly a year and she'd lived a perfectly fine life. it doesn't make sense for her to be so eager for him to stay now. ]

If you pull out a ring right now, I will smack you. [ for many, many reasons - but she's teasing. mostly. maybe? god, she has to stop letting her mind wander like this. ] What did you come all the way here to ask me?