“I...am not sure,†Kasrjin said apprehensively, adjusting himself amidst the branches making up his seat. “My mind is my own, for the most part. It is only in select circumstances that I am capable of accessing what is left of his knowledge. It is mostly fragments, or minor details. Things that are of no use to someone who does not already know how to use them. I worry that some of this knowledge should be things that are lost. What harm do I bring by recalling them?â€
He find himself cold, suddenly--and it startled him. He was used to living on a glacier, in mountains, on the snowy fields of tundra. The cold of Eorzea was brisk but nothing unfamiliar. For some reason, it was only now that he felt cold to a point that made the environment feel unwelcoming, inhospitable. He should have been well adjusted to low temperatures...but what was it about it? The sensation was, in an appropriate word, chilling.
In contrast to the shadow of consternation that befell his expression, Roen looked relieved, her gaze softening. “As you said, these fragments of knowledge would be of no use to someone who does not know how to use them. And you are not he. Besides, you and no one else is privy to them, yes? I am not worried. You are one of the most truthful and capable person I know.†She canted her head in his direction, as if to draw his gaze to her. “I believe you will know how to exercise caution with whatever knowledge you gain.â€
The paladin shed her bedroll and rose from where she sat, walking to where Goldwind lay curled on the ground. She rummaged through her pile of supplies next to her saddle bag to retrieve a roll of fabric. As she rounded the small fire to approach Khadai, she unfurled the bundle into reveal a thick winter cloak. She bent over him and gingerly draped it over his form, quirking an amused smile at the cloak's near-inadequate ability to cover him.
She lowered herself to her knees in front of him, leveling her eyes with his. “You have offered me counsel, many times over in the past year. Each time I have found some measure of solace from those conversations. I hope to repay in kind what comfort you have lent me for the past many moons.†Her expression warmed. “If you do stay here in Eorzea, know that you have at least one person you can count on. Nay, two, since I know Edda will also aid you if you only ask.†She grinned, holding up fingers one by one. “Or three or four. Even in Ishgard, you have acquaintances you can call upon. I know Ser Heuloix and Lady Dufresne are good people.â€
Kasrjin gave her a weak smile for her efforts. “I will keep that in mind. Still, if it is all the same, I would prefer not to lose my place among my people. I have learned much about the Western continent since coming here. Despite that there are virtues and vices both...I would prefer not to imagine the difficulties of integrating, such as I am.â€
The real question now was making certain that the keystone was what Kasrjin thought it was. Communing with the Correspondence was always dangerous in its own way...but that would be a task for another time. “What will you do now? The task is done, for the most part,†he asked the paladin, tilting his gaze at her.
Roen took a deep breath in. “I honestly do not know,†she admitted. “There are people I have not spoken to in sometime. A few matters that I should check in on as well. Perhaps after this, I may just seek them out.â€
The paladin rose and dusted herself off, before settling back into her bedroll. The temperature had dropped considerably once the darkness fell. “There is also the matter of my wards that I have done great disservice to. I would be surprised if they still considered me their tutor. I suppose it is time that I try and find my own place among my people,†Roen snorted softly. She laid down again, this time tightly wrapping the covers around her. Only her head peeking out of the thick roll of fabric, she regarded the Au Ra. “And your plans?â€
“One day at a time,†Kasrjin said in a way that could almost be called amused if not for his subdued tone. He adjusted himself against some rocks, manoeuvring the blanket around himself. “We should rest. It has...been a long day. Rest well, Roen.â€
He find himself cold, suddenly--and it startled him. He was used to living on a glacier, in mountains, on the snowy fields of tundra. The cold of Eorzea was brisk but nothing unfamiliar. For some reason, it was only now that he felt cold to a point that made the environment feel unwelcoming, inhospitable. He should have been well adjusted to low temperatures...but what was it about it? The sensation was, in an appropriate word, chilling.
In contrast to the shadow of consternation that befell his expression, Roen looked relieved, her gaze softening. “As you said, these fragments of knowledge would be of no use to someone who does not know how to use them. And you are not he. Besides, you and no one else is privy to them, yes? I am not worried. You are one of the most truthful and capable person I know.†She canted her head in his direction, as if to draw his gaze to her. “I believe you will know how to exercise caution with whatever knowledge you gain.â€
The paladin shed her bedroll and rose from where she sat, walking to where Goldwind lay curled on the ground. She rummaged through her pile of supplies next to her saddle bag to retrieve a roll of fabric. As she rounded the small fire to approach Khadai, she unfurled the bundle into reveal a thick winter cloak. She bent over him and gingerly draped it over his form, quirking an amused smile at the cloak's near-inadequate ability to cover him.
She lowered herself to her knees in front of him, leveling her eyes with his. “You have offered me counsel, many times over in the past year. Each time I have found some measure of solace from those conversations. I hope to repay in kind what comfort you have lent me for the past many moons.†Her expression warmed. “If you do stay here in Eorzea, know that you have at least one person you can count on. Nay, two, since I know Edda will also aid you if you only ask.†She grinned, holding up fingers one by one. “Or three or four. Even in Ishgard, you have acquaintances you can call upon. I know Ser Heuloix and Lady Dufresne are good people.â€
Kasrjin gave her a weak smile for her efforts. “I will keep that in mind. Still, if it is all the same, I would prefer not to lose my place among my people. I have learned much about the Western continent since coming here. Despite that there are virtues and vices both...I would prefer not to imagine the difficulties of integrating, such as I am.â€
The real question now was making certain that the keystone was what Kasrjin thought it was. Communing with the Correspondence was always dangerous in its own way...but that would be a task for another time. “What will you do now? The task is done, for the most part,†he asked the paladin, tilting his gaze at her.
Roen took a deep breath in. “I honestly do not know,†she admitted. “There are people I have not spoken to in sometime. A few matters that I should check in on as well. Perhaps after this, I may just seek them out.â€
The paladin rose and dusted herself off, before settling back into her bedroll. The temperature had dropped considerably once the darkness fell. “There is also the matter of my wards that I have done great disservice to. I would be surprised if they still considered me their tutor. I suppose it is time that I try and find my own place among my people,†Roen snorted softly. She laid down again, this time tightly wrapping the covers around her. Only her head peeking out of the thick roll of fabric, she regarded the Au Ra. “And your plans?â€
“One day at a time,†Kasrjin said in a way that could almost be called amused if not for his subdued tone. He adjusted himself against some rocks, manoeuvring the blanket around himself. “We should rest. It has...been a long day. Rest well, Roen.â€
