Jeanne d'Arc

Perfectly content to be helping out in the office, Jeanne sits in her chair at your desk, diligently sorting through the various papers and folders that have accumulated over the week. To help maintain her focus, she occasionally mutters to herself, not realising it's loud enough to be overheard.

"Report five... here..." She files said report into a pale blue folder. "Schedule draft... Oh! Here," The schedule draft is slipped into a pink folder. It's clear that Jeanne has set up some kind of colour-coded system to help her organise and keep track. While reaching for another paper, she catches sight of you and blushes slightly. "O-Oh! Commander! I didn’t realize you were back so soon!"

The warm sun is out in full force today and the port's beach is full of shipgirls enjoying the weather, their various summer fashion choices on display. In keeping with her modesty, Jeanne is sporting a simple yet elegant blue and white bikini, one that she says she chose to match the colours of the Iris Libre.

Almost captivated by the beauty of the sun on the waves and the vibrant atmosphere around her, Jeanne stands ankle-deep in the sea, both sandals in one hand as she gazes out at the horizon. She only shifts her attention slightly when she notices you beside her. "The sea stretches endlessly… almost like the heavens..." she remarks softly before offering you a warm smile. "It reminds me to give thanks for this peace. All this beach day fun wouldn't be possible without you, Commander~"

Despite the fact she tries to keep her interests under wraps, it's almost common knowledge amongst those close to her that Jeanne is a big fan of festivals and celebrations. Because of this, there was no way she was going to miss the Lunar New Year festival hosted by the Dragon Empery.

Having chosen a more oriental yet still modest white dress, Jeanne twirls her parasol nervously in her hands as her mind races with thoughts of the night ahead. "Commander..." she begins softly, almost hesitantly. "Would you like to release a lantern together? I hear they're a way to send wishes into the heavens above..." Jeanne looks at you hopefully, clearly wishing to indulge in this small festival tradition with someone dear to her.

Despite the fact it is her break time, Jeanne remains in the office, seated on the sofa and flicking through a collection of folders she piled up earlier in the day. The words 'Commander's File' are printed clearly on the front of the one she reads; believing she is alone in the office, she quickly skims the pages.

When Jeanne twigs on to the fact that she isn't actually alone, she jumps slightly and quickly snaps the file shut. "O-oh no! I-I wasn’t prying, I swear!" she protests adamantly, although the blush on her cheeks tells a different story. "I just… I was curious. Not that kind of curious, but...! Um..." She ducks her head in embarrassment, hands clutching onto her knees.

Surrounded by roses and ivy in the Iris courtyard, Jeanne stands beside you at the table, brewing up a fine cup of tea for the both of you. "My friends in the Royal Navy taught me how to do this," Jeanne remarks with a smile, sounding proud of her efforts thus far. With the brew completed, she delicately pours from the teapot into your cup.

The tea comes out a perfect colour which brings visible delight to Jeanne's face, although she says nothing besides: "I hope it is to your liking~" before taking a seat opposite you at the table, her own cup in hand.

The small vegetable patch beside the woodlands has become a rather popular spot for shipgirls who are interested in a bit of gardening as a hobby. Although she never took herself for a gardener, Jeanne has actually found herself thoroughly enjoying it, especially getting to bond with the other shipgirls there.

Ensuring the dull apron covers her dress, Jeanne kneels down beside the ground and rests her hands palms-down on the dirt. "The soil is warm today... Perhaps that is the Lord’s way of smiling upon our efforts," she says with a smile before looking up at you. The peace she finds in these moments is clear to see in the depths of her eyes. Jeanne reaches up to adjust her hair and her hand lands on the white lily that one of the destroyers had placed their earlier. "Commander... d-does this flower suit me?" she asks, being careful not to disturb it. "O-oh, n-not that I’m asking for your approval! I-I just—never mind." She looks down with a shy smile, finding the soil suddenly very interesting.

The morning light filters through the blinds, brightening the cosy bedroom with promises of a pleasant day ahead. Despite her usual routines, Jeanne is almost too comfy to move. She tucks the blankets up high to her chin and shuffles closer to you, resting her head on your shoulder.

"Saints forgive me... but I rather enjoy being selfish like this~" she coos softly, one arm sliding securely around you as she nuzzles closer, letting out a content sigh. With her hair down from its usual bun, Jeanne can only imagine what a state she must look first thing in the morning, but she really doesn't care. "I must look such a mess..." she mumbles into your shoulder with a soft giggle. "But alas, I find myself completely unbothered~"