[ She nods in response to his question. She bites back the instant response her mind comes to. He has absolutely no reason to apologize. He had not made the decision, nor had he decided to be attacked. It was a series of unfortunate circumstances that is merely the continual spiral of the Dragonsong War. She has yet to even ask how he fares with Estinien still unaccounted for, and yet here she is instead, complaining of the fact she was unable to aid him when she feels she ought to have. It must seem utterly childish.
It is only a brief glance, but she does see the troubled expression on his face. The one that speaks of a weight he bares but insists it is not hard to bare on his own. A similar weight is shared between her and her sister. How he thinks he he should continue to toil on his own is something that she far from understands. Perhaps he will meet her halfway, then, in a manner of speaking. ]
Caring for one I see as a friend--nay, important to me--is far from a responsibility. [ She shakes her head. ] Isghard took us in when none would. You and Haurchefant stood by our characters when others dismissed it. You would insist on it not being a debt to be repaid. Instead, I insist that comrades should care for one another in all things. Not simply the battlefield or the floor of politics.
I'll need to find this necessary paperwork then... as Moogles aren't known for their patience. Despite the fact they laze about fairly often. Although, I do have one condition for our very formal trip.
[ Alkaid pushes herself to stand. She walks the few steps needed to come around the table in order to stand beside him. He's already insisted that he is well and needs no further aid in healing. Thus, she decides to propose something a bit closer to her heart. One that might further say what it is she aims to say without speaking the words.
She leans forward slightly, just enough so others might not hear. The black strands of her chin length hair push forward, their ends in a lovely pink. A small smile touches her face to return the one on his face. ]
If our meetings intend to be informal such as this... [ a hint of pink touches her cheeks. ] I ask that you don't use 'Mistress' or even 'Alkaid.'
Instead... K'lantaa. [ Her mint eyes dash to the side for the briefest of moments before looking back at his sky blue ones. The ping rises more in her cheeks. ] After all, it is my real name.
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It is only a brief glance, but she does see the troubled expression on his face. The one that speaks of a weight he bares but insists it is not hard to bare on his own. A similar weight is shared between her and her sister. How he thinks he he should continue to toil on his own is something that she far from understands. Perhaps he will meet her halfway, then, in a manner of speaking. ]
Caring for one I see as a friend--nay, important to me--is far from a responsibility. [ She shakes her head. ] Isghard took us in when none would. You and Haurchefant stood by our characters when others dismissed it. You would insist on it not being a debt to be repaid. Instead, I insist that comrades should care for one another in all things. Not simply the battlefield or the floor of politics.
I'll need to find this necessary paperwork then... as Moogles aren't known for their patience. Despite the fact they laze about fairly often. Although, I do have one condition for our very formal trip.
[ Alkaid pushes herself to stand. She walks the few steps needed to come around the table in order to stand beside him. He's already insisted that he is well and needs no further aid in healing. Thus, she decides to propose something a bit closer to her heart. One that might further say what it is she aims to say without speaking the words.
She leans forward slightly, just enough so others might not hear. The black strands of her chin length hair push forward, their ends in a lovely pink. A small smile touches her face to return the one on his face. ]
If our meetings intend to be informal such as this... [ a hint of pink touches her cheeks. ] I ask that you don't use 'Mistress' or even 'Alkaid.'
Instead... K'lantaa. [ Her mint eyes dash to the side for the briefest of moments before looking back at his sky blue ones. The ping rises more in her cheeks. ] After all, it is my real name.