"After Her Highness Ophelia told me about this, I thought all night, but still couldn't decide what to prepare for you. So, for now, I could only make do with these."
Eunice pointed to the towels, washbasin, tableware, and toiletries laid out on the blanket.
Kallen also noticed a wide-bottomed bottle with curved sides standing there. After a moment's thought, he realized it was a Vien-style "spittoon."
These were the gifts his fiancée had prepared before he went to war. Well, they were practical.
The corners of Kallen's mouth curled up involuntarily.
Eunice bit her lip and said, "Go ahead and laugh."
"No, you put real thought into this." Kallen reached out and embraced his fiancée.
Yes, she had put thought into it. She could easily have prepared clothes, lucky charms, emblems, hats, bracelets, walking sticks, and other exquisite luxuries for him. To emphasize so-called love and romance, she could even have made them herself.
But clerics working on the front lines rarely wore useless ornaments. Even an inconspicuous little object was often a magical artifact that could prove useful at a critical moment. Sometimes, they were deliberately made to look discreet and ordinary to achieve an unexpected effect.
So Eunice had given up on all the usual things a fiancée might give a husband leaving for war. Of course, she could have deliberately pretended not to understand and chosen simply to move herself.
Kallen bent down and touched a towel. "The fabric feels very comfortable."
"I chose the fabric myself."
"I really like it."
He wasn't merely humoring her. On the front lines, being able to wet a comfortable towel with cold water and wash his face would truly be a pleasure.
As for the spittoon... Kallen had actually seen it on the procurement list for frontline logistical supplies.