[ Hector flashes her a grin at the giggle. Very cute. He likes that.

As he leans over, scooping up petals she couldn't quite reach, he listens patiently, the world map of his own home unfolding in his mind. Word of even the most distant empires tended to find their way back to Kryta, especially the human ones, so that he's never heard of this "Adrestian" one is a pretty good hint that she probably comes from some other world. ]

Can't say that rings any bells, no. I'm definitely not from Fódlan. And I'm guessing you're not from Tyria.

[ With his net heavy with petals, he tugs on Dorothea's hand to pull himself back up on proper footing. ]

But a city girl, huh? I'm guessing you didn't make a living out of scooping up petals.