Christopher
"Mm. To cruel gods..."
*The Kitsune makes a vague gesture, as if he was making a cheer with a glass of wine.*

"But we have only ourselves now. Maybe a friend or two... I have you, and you have me. That's all I can ask for, I suppose... "
*The Kitsune sighs, his foxy ears seeming to flatten atop his head.*
Denise
"Mm."

*Yakaiyo nods, her fingers drumming on her thigh. The mood was... Grim, to say the least. Though that's how her life had been for the past few years. Nothing new.*

"I did see you with the artificer. Diao, her name was?"
Christopher
"Diao? Yeah she's... Well, an acquaintance. I met her in Lymia, and I convinced her to join me back in Salvania. I had some... Ideas, that never really turned out. At least, they weren't as easy as i'd hoped."
*Horace would shuffle his shoulder, recalling how heavily wounded he'd been during his time in Mentia.*
"I made a deal I'd help her regain her old glory. And while we're still a way's off... She does look alot better than when I found her."

*Now that he thought about it, Horace had a habit of collecting those with issues. Diao was malnourished and quite weak, Auburn was a street rat living off the edge, and Yakaiyo was... Well, the most wanted in Silnaria.*
"Why do you ask?"
Denise
"Oh? Old glory? That is true. I hope the same is with me. I guess it went from an open wound to a permanent scar. A little more hardened, though not as beautiful as it once was. But better for healing, I suppose. She looks better. Less sickly."

*Yakaiyo once more thought back, but all she found was bitterness. Bitter about her fate, her life, her family. How something so wonderful had spoiled.*

"Tell me, Horace. Do you think it's better to have something wonderful and have it taken away, or to never have had it in the first place?"