[SE] just forget it

Thal shrugs her shoulders at the clarification. She may not agree with the decision, but it isn't her money that's being wasted. She's just here to clear a debt - and maybe snag some of the hot chocolate. It's also hard to argue with the logic when she can feel her own limbs tightening with the dip in temperature. Looking closely at the various options, she brushes a hand over a particularly thick coat small enough for a child. "I suppose so." Her hand drew back like it had been stung by the tender emotions that threatened to pollute her mind, eyes narrowing. "But if they can't find ways to survive on their own, should we even consider them worthy of their Ancient status?" She certainly didn't need help to make her way. In fact, she'd had the hindrance of missing memories to further complicate her own beginning. Why would she waste her time and effort prolonging such unworthy existences who couldn't do the same? 

Turning her head away from Asta, she stepped closer to the weapons, just as he'd predicted. "I'll take these." To prepare for the coming Ancients, she took stock of the items. Daggers, swords, axes, spears, and other various sharp tools were laid out, but they were disorganized, haphazardly thrown about, their dull edges frosted with cold. If only to keep her hard image, she lifted a nearby dagger, flipping it in her hand before snagging an oiled rag to run along its length. Her heat and practiced movement pushed a glittering sheen into the metal. "How long have you been doing this?" Helping others that is.

thalassa

so don't waste the time i don't have