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Steel's heart was hammering in her chest, though all she had done was bear witness to what had to be the single most polite trading of barbs ever. Her ire was rising within her, blood filling her vision, muscles straining like the rope of a trebuchet just moments from being cut free to fire.
Despite it all, she maintained her composure.
...or, at least, whatever semblance of composure there was. As she was led out of the dark, dank gaol, guards and knights both made sure to give the Roegadyn and Elezen plenty of space to depart. Between the two of them they must have been issuing an unseen yet no less felt flame.
Martiallais had proven to be beyond resourceful and a wellspring of surprises. Steel learned from her very earliest arrival to the Holy See that not everything laid before her was to be taken at face value. Every word, every movement of those within and without power was measured and orchestrated like a long, arduous ballroom dance. And very obviously, the Elezen who led her upstairs and in to the cold of Coerthas had many layers of deceit wrapped about him.
A survival instinct, she decided. Nothing to talk about now. Not yet.
As the pair headed in to the courtyard, Steel found herself releasing her held breath. She craned her neck a few times, loosening bone and joints that were tensed with her boiling rage. She sighed through her nose and tried to offer the Knight a faint smile, running a hand over her long, filth-covered hair.
"Well....THAT could have gone a lot smoother."
Steel grinned cheekily at him, hoping that perhaps she would be endearing in spite of her stupidity. Due to her actions and rush to solve the mystery her benefactors had laid before her, she had not only exposed herself to every knight with a pair of ears, but had also forced her compatriot to exhaust any number of favors while simultaneously chaining an outsider to whatever good name he had.
Realization of what she had done weighed upon her face like a sudden rush of gravity, pulling the smile from her lips. "Look, Mar. I...I'm sorry. I didn't know how t'react an'...well..well he bloody well hit me first, th'stupid clod. Now I've gone an' shite all over my leads an' yer station."
She sighed again, hanging her head. "If ye want me t'leave Ishgard, I will. I'll...I'll try'n get this job done on my own. I don't wanna ruin ye any more'n I have."
Despite it all, she maintained her composure.
...or, at least, whatever semblance of composure there was. As she was led out of the dark, dank gaol, guards and knights both made sure to give the Roegadyn and Elezen plenty of space to depart. Between the two of them they must have been issuing an unseen yet no less felt flame.
Martiallais had proven to be beyond resourceful and a wellspring of surprises. Steel learned from her very earliest arrival to the Holy See that not everything laid before her was to be taken at face value. Every word, every movement of those within and without power was measured and orchestrated like a long, arduous ballroom dance. And very obviously, the Elezen who led her upstairs and in to the cold of Coerthas had many layers of deceit wrapped about him.
A survival instinct, she decided. Nothing to talk about now. Not yet.
As the pair headed in to the courtyard, Steel found herself releasing her held breath. She craned her neck a few times, loosening bone and joints that were tensed with her boiling rage. She sighed through her nose and tried to offer the Knight a faint smile, running a hand over her long, filth-covered hair.
"Well....THAT could have gone a lot smoother."
Steel grinned cheekily at him, hoping that perhaps she would be endearing in spite of her stupidity. Due to her actions and rush to solve the mystery her benefactors had laid before her, she had not only exposed herself to every knight with a pair of ears, but had also forced her compatriot to exhaust any number of favors while simultaneously chaining an outsider to whatever good name he had.
Realization of what she had done weighed upon her face like a sudden rush of gravity, pulling the smile from her lips. "Look, Mar. I...I'm sorry. I didn't know how t'react an'...well..well he bloody well hit me first, th'stupid clod. Now I've gone an' shite all over my leads an' yer station."
She sighed again, hanging her head. "If ye want me t'leave Ishgard, I will. I'll...I'll try'n get this job done on my own. I don't wanna ruin ye any more'n I have."