[Training] it's a different kind of danger

She could scowl all she wanted. It was what it was. She was disdained, and it made things difficult. Not just for her, but everyone else. The divide was causing more problems than good - if only someone would give her a chance to prove herself; to prove that she wasn't as horrible and evil as they all imagined her. Roana would not be caught off balance though, her stance firmly rooted in the ground, her torso twisting to accommodate the shove of the staff. But she did not try to pull it from Amalia's grasp more. The woman held tight to it still, and so the former captain relinquished it. Her words were what caught her off guard. Roana stared, openly, blinking slowly as her brain struggled to process it. Unlike before, her voice held no malice, no anger - just a familiar exhaustion. Perhaps wearing her down had been the best course after all. A tiny, ghost of a smile curved her lips and she nodded. "Of course, you will be the first I notify." she promised, giving a slight bow to the woman at the shoulders. It wasn't much, but it was something, a tiny sliver of hope that perhaps these things could be patched up, and resolved. {END} Roana May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground Carry on