Evie
She gives a short hum of agreement, focused more on the bob and sway of the balloon as it gets jerked around. Evie is no stranger to learning, to persevering in the face of ignorance, but damn if it isn't annoying as hell sometimes. Especially when this - fighting, defending - is needed so urgently and she cannot force herself to learn any faster. But she will continue to try. She has suffered through her own uselessness, has ripped fate from a barren earth and molded it in her image until she could provide for herself and her family. How is this possibly any different? Just another type of ferocity, of stubbornness. His gaze is calculating, and she stands proudly beneath it, forcing away any nerves. There's no time for them, not with unease brewing between the factions, not with her family hanging directly in the balance. His offer is appreciated if nothing else, and she offers a slight smile. "I'll have to come track you down. Get you to make me a training regime, and then cry my way through it for seasons." The teasing is mild at best as Evie retrieves her last dagger, throwing it as she's now closer, and snorting as the balloon pops satisfyingly. Picking up that last instrument, she tucks them into their holding pouch at her waist and turns back to Deimos. "Thank you, Deimos. For everything. For this, and Amalia, and everything you've been doing for the Grounds. I can't say how much I appreciate it."
be the love you never received
the love you've always wanted
