[ it's not until Alexander's speech is done (alas, it falls upon deaf ears) that Carnelia stirs. She can't claim to completely remember what she's doing, especially considering she's pretty dehydrated right now, but she's pretty sure she didn't fall asleep on someone's shoulder.

Pretty sure, at least. When she turns her head to see that it's Alexander, a smile curls on her face. ]

[ whispered to herself: ] Ah, so this is what one might call 'chivalry', yes? Perhaps I have found my next thesis.. Chivalry is, in fact, alive and well. I'll need to conduct a substantial amount of field research first, however.. [ feigning a dramatic hand to her forehead. ] Oh, Alexander Ametri, my savior! What would Goldvale be without this paragon of our time?