[ Concerned, yes. But not afraid. An important distinction.
Her own martial prowess may not measure well against the likes of the Warrior of Light, nor even the Azure Dragoon, but Ysayle lacks not the means to summon spells to her finger tips should such a thing be desired. To summon something far more powerful...
Well, that is beyond her now, in this place.
Would that they could resume their cat and mouse games across Coerthas, dancing unaware to tunes sung in motion to plots unknown from so long ago. But they have both learned too much, come too far, to turn back time now. Still, far better existence that to be stuck in this place, with its direct requirements to meet the satisfaction of persons unknown under the guise of encouraged hedonism. ]
I stole no-one. [her interjection is not sharp, a faint trace of humour couched within] Lest you forget, ser, it was they who sought me out as a guide, and gave me good reason not to refuse them.
[ She looks uncomfortable as he continues, however; this train is a place overly public for such talk to her mind, and too many polite faces turning an attentive ear their way. Who told him these things..? But better not to interrupt him when he is being so frank, that would be rudeness of its own. So she waits until he takes time to catch his breath once more. ]
I have not the right to ask for forgiveness. But if you are willing to allow for time to pass, then, I would not be opposed to such things. [she is entirely alone here, after all] And if there could be friendship... Then just 'Ysayle' is fine.
[ 'Ishgard is better for your actions.' Would that she could believe such things were so. ]
I would say this is a place none deserve to be in. [she shakes her head] Perhaps we should take a seat? [there are plenty within the carriage, and subs seem to group together; it would not draw comment]
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Her own martial prowess may not measure well against the likes of the Warrior of Light, nor even the Azure Dragoon, but Ysayle lacks not the means to summon spells to her finger tips should such a thing be desired. To summon something far more powerful...
Well, that is beyond her now, in this place.
Would that they could resume their cat and mouse games across Coerthas, dancing unaware to tunes sung in motion to plots unknown from so long ago. But they have both learned too much, come too far, to turn back time now. Still, far better existence that to be stuck in this place, with its direct requirements to meet the satisfaction of persons unknown under the guise of encouraged hedonism. ]
I stole no-one. [her interjection is not sharp, a faint trace of humour couched within] Lest you forget, ser, it was they who sought me out as a guide, and gave me good reason not to refuse them.
[ She looks uncomfortable as he continues, however; this train is a place overly public for such talk to her mind, and too many polite faces turning an attentive ear their way. Who told him these things..? But better not to interrupt him when he is being so frank, that would be rudeness of its own. So she waits until he takes time to catch his breath once more. ]
I have not the right to ask for forgiveness. But if you are willing to allow for time to pass, then, I would not be opposed to such things. [she is entirely alone here, after all] And if there could be friendship... Then just 'Ysayle' is fine.
[ 'Ishgard is better for your actions.' Would that she could believe such things were so. ]
I would say this is a place none deserve to be in. [she shakes her head] Perhaps we should take a seat? [there are plenty within the carriage, and subs seem to group together; it would not draw comment]