[ She certainly would not disagree with that; it seems more likely than not that once she has been given orders or a destination, she marches on at full speed until whatever objective has been met. She imagines that she would cause any cartographer worth their salt to have a fit... perhaps several fits. ]

Oh, I don't know, you should ask Alkaid what she thinks. [ She shrugs her shoulders, halfway between seriousness and jesting. ] I'm not sure I like where that sentence is going, Exarch.

[ But he already knows that she takes issue with what he is doing, or rather, the effects of it on him.

She laughs in spite of herself, though, and says: ] I think you just like to flatter us. Of course, Alkaid and I will go where we have to and do what we need to, but-

[ She shrugs. Of course she knows that where the two of them go, hope seems to follow. After a lot of fighting and trouble, that is.

Eorzeans call them heroes, but she thinks that the real heroes are the ones who went off to fight, not knowing that they wouldn't be coming home again. ]

Well, you're right, that isn't how things started. My sister and I wanted more than just life with our clan, and she wanted to become a healer and I wanted to learn to be a summoner.