Though not overjoyed by the news of Are and Jigano's failure to see eye to eye, she presented no criticism or a lick of discomfort for the admission - this place seemed the sort to trade in misunderstandings like currency if she understood their fate. With no common threads but their humanity she could understand that communication might have its shortcomings. She herself was still fascinated by the common tongue they shared and an entire new world of books. "Disagreements happen."
The witch offered a patient smile as the shoe-warrior expressed extended the good manners of an able-bodied man in the form of a supportive arm, though she did not immediately take it. There was something about her forced reliance for the past season that made her feel guilty about, to second-guess it. Wetting her lips she glanced up at her acquaintance and back again at his arm before politely shaking her head, giving him a reassuring pat instead. "I'll be alright - just lead the way. I wouldn't want to slow you down." Being a solid foot shorter than him, she hoped that he would see the reason in her words and not press the matter, though he didn't seem the sort. With short legs - short, sort of bad legs - Melinoë was practically the main character in an escort quest compared to him, though thankfully with a better sense of navigation.
She glanced away, a tinge of shame entering her expression as she bore a shy grin, getting a head start on him by a few paces. Clack, scrape. By virtue of standing rest she'd subdued the drag, managing a decent pace for a girl with a bum leg. "So, sorry, how long have you been here?" She only sounded a bit uncomfortable, gaily showing off her ability to indeed talk and walk at the same time. Imagine if she could only get her hands on some gum - maybe she would be Caido's next major general.
The witch offered a patient smile as the shoe-warrior expressed extended the good manners of an able-bodied man in the form of a supportive arm, though she did not immediately take it. There was something about her forced reliance for the past season that made her feel guilty about, to second-guess it. Wetting her lips she glanced up at her acquaintance and back again at his arm before politely shaking her head, giving him a reassuring pat instead. "I'll be alright - just lead the way. I wouldn't want to slow you down." Being a solid foot shorter than him, she hoped that he would see the reason in her words and not press the matter, though he didn't seem the sort. With short legs - short, sort of bad legs - Melinoë was practically the main character in an escort quest compared to him, though thankfully with a better sense of navigation.
She glanced away, a tinge of shame entering her expression as she bore a shy grin, getting a head start on him by a few paces. Clack, scrape. By virtue of standing rest she'd subdued the drag, managing a decent pace for a girl with a bum leg. "So, sorry, how long have you been here?" She only sounded a bit uncomfortable, gaily showing off her ability to indeed talk and walk at the same time. Imagine if she could only get her hands on some gum - maybe she would be Caido's next major general.
