REXANNA
Rome wasn't built in a day.
“I’ll drink to that.” He said to her comment, and for a moment she wished she was in the Rathskeller with a drink – that it would probably make this easier. But he continued to speak, and wander the area she had found herself in, and she wasn’t certain what to make of it all. He did seem apologetic, but she also didn’t trust his words. She had lived with enough people that could say everything she wanted to hear and still stab her in the back later. She had lived and learned, and chose to think she wasn’t that naïve child anymore.He looked around, and Rexanna recalled Bastien mentioning a sight upgrade, and wondered if the wolf she’d found herself with could see without her fireworks (a disadvantage to her, but if she let it go she might be able to summon a bigger one for protection later). She felt caged, once again, even though she likely had the ability to leave – she didn’t know how. And as he spoke of dangers possibly lurking here, and she was a bit curious, but she didn’t know whether to take his hand.
Could he prove to her he wasn’t a threat? Would she trust him to do that?
And as he spoke to her again, regarding the events at the Spire, she realized somewhat exactly what kind of threat he seemed to pose. From what it sounded like, he didn’t want to kill her or hurt her intentionally, and there wasn’t another threat like the Spire that would leave so many dead or almost dead. After an internal fight with herself, she let the firework die in her hand and sucked in her breath, calling herself an idiot over and over again, but she slipped her hand into his.
“Show me then.”
But it burned in one.
