Elide
It is for a moment that Glas' emotions bring forth some of her own, which is apparent in the brief sheen of her eyes, in the way her voice quiets. Only for that moment, however. As his expression deepens and the conversation darkens, she strengthens. As is like her. Even if this is hard and she's afraid, she won't show it. It wouldn't do either of them any good.
"I will certainly try," she levels back at him, gaze flickering down to his hand as it grasps tightly onto the coat. Her brows furrow.
At his question, Elide suddenly feels ashamed. It wasn't her intention to use his own emotions to her advantage. "I don't mean to trouble you, Glas," she says, "I'm sorry for that. It is the truth, though. As my friend, you deserve honesty."
She pulls her shoulders back and her eyes swerve back up to his face. "That being said, I admit I didn't come here to bid you farewell. I wouldn't be so cruel as to needlessly worry you over things that are out of your control." Stark hesitance makes her pause, but no heavy sigh punctuates it like it might have, once. "There is something you might be able to do to help me. I know you have your crafting ability, which is a fine thing. But I have the entire arsenal of the Shields at my fingertips. So I'm wondering if you have another magic. Something that might be better... for a fight."
She eyes him, steeling against the possibility that he may decline. It would fully be within his rights, and she wouldn't blame him for it. So she makes no attempt to convince him. It's his choice, what he wants to offer - if anything.
"I will certainly try," she levels back at him, gaze flickering down to his hand as it grasps tightly onto the coat. Her brows furrow.
At his question, Elide suddenly feels ashamed. It wasn't her intention to use his own emotions to her advantage. "I don't mean to trouble you, Glas," she says, "I'm sorry for that. It is the truth, though. As my friend, you deserve honesty."
She pulls her shoulders back and her eyes swerve back up to his face. "That being said, I admit I didn't come here to bid you farewell. I wouldn't be so cruel as to needlessly worry you over things that are out of your control." Stark hesitance makes her pause, but no heavy sigh punctuates it like it might have, once. "There is something you might be able to do to help me. I know you have your crafting ability, which is a fine thing. But I have the entire arsenal of the Shields at my fingertips. So I'm wondering if you have another magic. Something that might be better... for a fight."
She eyes him, steeling against the possibility that he may decline. It would fully be within his rights, and she wouldn't blame him for it. So she makes no attempt to convince him. It's his choice, what he wants to offer - if anything.
never before had the song of war
been the song of hope ascending
been the song of hope ascending
