but the thing is, even if i could go back, i wouldn't belong there anymore
Regardless of the in's and out's of how Ascended bites work, "You do have a point." It wouldn't necessarily be her fault, so long as she didn't know what it would be used for. But if she did? Then, yes, she could potentially be to blame. So maybe it's better not to ask questions, if she ever were to submit herself to it. {Not that she thinks she will.} Plausible deniability and all that. But she keeps these thoughts to herself, letting the topic fade.
Scars were nothing to Aurelia, especially not one so small and in an insignificant area. She still doesn't even remember how she got the wound to begin with. A fall, she thinks, but her memory fogs when she tries to access it. Her gaze lifts with gentle surprise at Mildew's offering of a place to stay, and she smiles with amusement. "Thank you. You're very generous. I'd be happy to help you with whatever I can to repay you, though I don't think there's much I can do to repay the wisdom and insight you've given me. Or the fact that you probably saved my life today," but perhaps one day the favor could be returned, "If you ever need anything after we part ways, just let me know."
"Abandoned, like me," Aurelia corrects the mistake gently, "not all enemies are the most obvious, I guess. Even now..." She didn't feel like expanding on the point much more than that, feeling that at this point it's a given that everything has become about the war.
"I did want to tell you.." she shifts in her seat to let her leg relax now that Mildew is done tending to it, smiling softly, "I followed your advice and went to Safrin. She attuned me, after I completed a quest for her. And she gave me a shield. Even made me governor of Torchline after Sunjata left. But..." her lips tilt downward and she leans her head back against the wall, "I fear I've let her down now. I don't know how I can show my face to her again. Or even show my face in Torchline." Not that her plan is stay out here forever, carving and sewing for a swamp witch. It sounded nice, peaceful, but she knew she had to go back.
Scars were nothing to Aurelia, especially not one so small and in an insignificant area. She still doesn't even remember how she got the wound to begin with. A fall, she thinks, but her memory fogs when she tries to access it. Her gaze lifts with gentle surprise at Mildew's offering of a place to stay, and she smiles with amusement. "Thank you. You're very generous. I'd be happy to help you with whatever I can to repay you, though I don't think there's much I can do to repay the wisdom and insight you've given me. Or the fact that you probably saved my life today," but perhaps one day the favor could be returned, "If you ever need anything after we part ways, just let me know."
"Abandoned, like me," Aurelia corrects the mistake gently, "not all enemies are the most obvious, I guess. Even now..." She didn't feel like expanding on the point much more than that, feeling that at this point it's a given that everything has become about the war.
"I did want to tell you.." she shifts in her seat to let her leg relax now that Mildew is done tending to it, smiling softly, "I followed your advice and went to Safrin. She attuned me, after I completed a quest for her. And she gave me a shield. Even made me governor of Torchline after Sunjata left. But..." her lips tilt downward and she leans her head back against the wall, "I fear I've let her down now. I don't know how I can show my face to her again. Or even show my face in Torchline." Not that her plan is stay out here forever, carving and sewing for a swamp witch. It sounded nice, peaceful, but she knew she had to go back.
Aurelia
