Eyesight
"So how bad is your vision, Pops?" Ochette asked, plopping herself down next to the scholar in question.
Osvald irritably looked up from the book he was reading. "Passable enough, so long as I have my glasses."
"Well, yeah, obviously! But what about without them?"
"I don't see how this is relevant to anything," he said flatly.
"You're reading, and you need your eyes for that! So of course it's a relevant question."
She said that as if it was the deepest revelation to ever strike humanity (or Beastling...anity? What was the word for that?). Osvald blinked at her, then sighed. The unfortunate thing was, even though that was the most simplistic statement possible, he couldn't really say it was wrong.
"...It's fine enough," he finally said.
"Well, if it was really fine, you wouldn't need glasses in the first place!" Ochette replied sagely. "So come on, let me see!"
Before he could react, Ochette reached forward, plucked his glasses off his face, and put them on herself. Then, Ochette slowly stood up, scrunching up her face as she tightly gripped the frame to keep it in place. If the entire world hadn't just turned into a bunch of blurry blobs, Osvald might've noted this implied Beastlings had nothing where human ears were. But as it stood, he couldn't see a single thing in front of him besides a large pink and white shape he only recognized as Ochette because he knew she was there.
"Woah, your vision's...really bad..." Ochette said, sounding genuinely woozy. "I'm...feeling a little dizzy, Pops..."
"At least give my glasses back before you fall over. I don't know how I'm going to get a new pair any time soon," Osvald groaned.
"You can take them! I don't want them anymore."
Ochette quickly yanked them away from her face, set them in Osvald's lap, and stumbled as she straightened up. He sighed as he put them back on, deciding not to comment on the fact that Ochette nearly tripped over him in her attempt to stand up straight.
"I think I need to go get some medicine from Mama now," Ochette groaned. "My head still hurts..."
Well, at least she probably wouldn't try to "borrow" them again, Osvald thought as she stumbled off to find Castti.
Still, if he had a leaf for every time someone mocked his vision (intentionally or otherwise), he probably could've bought himself an innocent verdict back at court...