[Class. ...Class? Words like that meant likely something completely different to someone like Olivia, who was pretty certain she hadn't been born into anything special and the only reason she really was at present, was because of... well.

Chrom. He was really the reason for most things, it seemed.

To her, mercenary, sellsword, prince, farmhand, a lot of those things didn't seem to matter in the grand spectrum of things. People like Vaike and Lon'qu, after all, were good people, regardless of whatever their initial impressions might have been.]

Uhm...

[She frowned then, wondering if it was even the right thing to do to try to correct him. Maybe if she knew him better... But maybe if she put it in a really meek, diplomatic way?]

I knew some mercenaries back home. They were very dependable, though. And they were always nice to me. I don't think they're so b-bad.

[Perhaps she'd been lucky, though.]