Dipping her head, she doesn't shy away from the words, "I'm glad." And even if it's tinged with envy, it's true. She's come to like and respect the man, as evidenced by the way she lingers at the booth even as everyone takes their leave. Asta is both sharp and soft in a way she didn't know was possible, making her think there might just be hope for her.
Thal shrugs off the thanks, her hair shifting to cover her face as she looks away. Her voice is soft when she says, "I suppose if you need assistance again... you can reach out." Not even as a favor, but as a friend. With time, perhaps it would come more naturally to her, this sense of 'community.' For now, she doesn't leave room for teasing or analyzing, shaking her head. "No. I won't leave until the job is finished." And so she grabs a dagger and a spear, piling them similarly to how they were when she arrived.
Thal shrugs off the thanks, her hair shifting to cover her face as she looks away. Her voice is soft when she says, "I suppose if you need assistance again... you can reach out." Not even as a favor, but as a friend. With time, perhaps it would come more naturally to her, this sense of 'community.' For now, she doesn't leave room for teasing or analyzing, shaking her head. "No. I won't leave until the job is finished." And so she grabs a dagger and a spear, piling them similarly to how they were when she arrived.
thalassa
so don't waste the time i don't have
