And there it was; a voice that shifted the atmosphere. Xydane turned from Kiht to Clover, a small smirk rested momentarily on his lips before fading as quickly as it came. Xydane had expected Clover would give some sort of rebuttal. He’s been around her long enough to know she would not stay behind so submissively. But even so, her willingness to fight did not change the danger of the mission. But before he could deny her, Andre had spoken.
"He's right," Xydane agreed. "It's too dangerous for you to come along. I won't forgive myself if anything happened to you." As he spoke against her coming with them, he could not deny the hovering temptation. No doubt having a conjurer alongside would be an advantage. But her safety outweighed the advantage. He gave a small smile as he kept his resolve. “Go with Andre, you'll be safe with him.†He paused for a moment before finally giving his farewell. “When I return, I want to see what new flowers you have grown.â€
Xydane glanced towards Andre, reminding him once more to protect Clover. “I trust you will not fail,†he warns before shifting his tone as he turns back to Kiht. If they dawdled on any longer, the Ixal tracks would surely disappear. The sprinkling of rainfall above would soon become downpour. It was time for their departure. “Are you ready?†he says to the Miqo'te.
"He's right," Xydane agreed. "It's too dangerous for you to come along. I won't forgive myself if anything happened to you." As he spoke against her coming with them, he could not deny the hovering temptation. No doubt having a conjurer alongside would be an advantage. But her safety outweighed the advantage. He gave a small smile as he kept his resolve. “Go with Andre, you'll be safe with him.†He paused for a moment before finally giving his farewell. “When I return, I want to see what new flowers you have grown.â€
Xydane glanced towards Andre, reminding him once more to protect Clover. “I trust you will not fail,†he warns before shifting his tone as he turns back to Kiht. If they dawdled on any longer, the Ixal tracks would surely disappear. The sprinkling of rainfall above would soon become downpour. It was time for their departure. “Are you ready?†he says to the Miqo'te.
