Safrin
Safrin nods. She is not infallibly patient, but for now at least her irritation is only a minor itch. "Was there something specific you had in mind?" She wonders, head inclined softly to the side. Speed and defence might go hand in hand, but certainly not in a way which would allow Maeve to also use the whip she had asked for.
But then, the Nightshade had a clever mind. Perhaps there was something Safrin was overlooking that could easily remedy the situation Maeve believed she had found herself in.
But then, the Nightshade had a clever mind. Perhaps there was something Safrin was overlooking that could easily remedy the situation Maeve believed she had found herself in.
