what's a queen without her king?
You chuckle at that, trying to take his reassurances to heart despite how your anxiety tells you to do otherwise. Pulling in a deep breath through your nose, you force yourself to hear the truth in Falke's words. "I appreciate it, thanks." You say genuinely, beaming across at your partner. "It's just...all this ... well, the Cianness of the Order. I'm not cut out for this cloak and dagger stuff, you know? I just want to do my job." You sigh a touch, knowing that Falke will more than understand that particular sentiment.
"I...think I make good decisions on the fly?" You might be grasping at straws now, and so you merely shrug your shoulders, not wanting to just babble into the silence. "It would mean someone would have to go without their compass for a while...I wonder if someone could go with me? Perhaps the Priest..or...the Blade?"
Okay, now you absolutely are grasping at straws.
"I...think I make good decisions on the fly?" You might be grasping at straws now, and so you merely shrug your shoulders, not wanting to just babble into the silence. "It would mean someone would have to go without their compass for a while...I wonder if someone could go with me? Perhaps the Priest..or...the Blade?"
Okay, now you absolutely are grasping at straws.
historically speaking, more powerful
