[seasonal event] blindsided

REXANNA they say that war is hell, but true hell begins when the battle ends — She listened to the reverberations of his voice as he spoke, mentioning that he'd like to go and poising a question to her of whether she was an adventurer. A small smile crept on the corners of her lips before she spoke. "It depends on the adventure, I think." She hummed to him. After being on the run for so long, it had become hard for her to stay in one place. Some kind of old anxiety that always bubbled up with it, but as she lived in Caido week after week and month after month, she found it easier over time. And now, with all the options, she wasn't sure if she wanted to be gone for too long. She could be herself here, she didn't have to hide. She wasn't a prisoner anymore, and that was the main goal in her life. But now that it was accomplished, what else? As Rexanna poised her own question toward him, he responded in kind. A kind of half answer that was better than what she expected to receive. She chewed on her lip a bit while she continued to rest on his chest, softly caressing his side. "I offered to help. But is it childish of me to be worried?" She wanted to laugh at the idea, to be frightened of something that could open so much. "I offered my fireworks to help distract the monster, hopefully giving me distance from it. I hope it works." She added, removing her hand from his side and holding it closer to her face and recreating her small firework magic as it sparkled in her hand before she died it down again and splayed her fingers and hand along his abdomen. "But you're right. It's what we've chosen." She pondered thoughtfully, turning to look up at him from resting on his chest. "That's how legends are made, right?" A crooked smile played on her lips as her anxiety eased in its power. And her mind began to rest a bit on the tension that surrounded the Spire and its secrets. and you're the only one who's hands drip red. the real war rages in your heart; it always has.