Chris nods. "Even if the weather were not so inclement, I'd gather travel further inland isn't currently possible, or advised." She muses, finally taking a drink. "I did go to the boundaries once, a few days after I arrived, to see the man they call the Archivist. Have you been that far?" If only to satisfy his need to wander as much as possible, she doubted there was much in the famed archive Geddoe would be much interested in. But the legends had made for an interesting afternoon's reading.

She reaches up and rubs the back of her neck. "I won't lie, I've been struggling." It's not easy to admit weakness in front of most people who aren't the other Mighty Knights, but Geddoe knows better than most that Chris struggled with magic. To her, the True Fire Rune was more useful as a symbol, one that allowed her to unite Zexen, the Grasslands, and other surrounding nations against Harmonian aggression than as a means to rain fire down on the battlefield, and she rarely tried to use it as such. "But I did find a tutor of sorts." Claire didn't study the same sort of magic that Chris had found herself with, but her experience and guidance had been helpful in getting Chris to sort through her own mental block. "Even Holly had some salient advice, despite her somewhat abrasive attitude. To not try to replicate the magic of our own world, but find the kind that works for me. And that has been turning things around some."

The small-talk is nice, and she says that as someone who normally doesn't enjoy the prospect of trying to force it. Geddoe is a comforting presence, despite his taciturn demeanour. Though maybe that has something to do with who her father was, which would normally be a sore issue for her these days, but in this case, was more or less the reason she'd asked him to join her. She takes another drink to steady herself.

"I was hoping to take you up on your offer from the training grounds. Ask you about Wyatt."

It's a strangely impersonal way to ask him about her father.