Victor
She turned her head, heels tapping against the cobbled floor as the magus stepped away. There wasn't a semblance of comfort present upon her, neither any notice of relenting from the Treton's pleas - that could be seen, that is. The magus looks fairly composed than before. 

It felt wrong to leave someone on their lonesome, especially someone so desperate. Even so, it'd be a somewhat poetic closure, a consequence for whatever they did...

Really, to think she'd judge without so much of a slip of information. 

Whatever Miss Yakaiyo did, surely it would be worth breaking the law for? To risk her own life over? Pyetra met her own share of desperate folks, willing to steal in an effort to accommodate their families or their own stomachs. In a widespread metropole such as Silnaria, all that is quite common. Pitifully so.

And yet this woman looked decent for her health (aside from her wounds). She had quite an athletic build, required to use the pair of swords she had on her person. So what did she do? She doesn't strike her as the common thief. A bandit perhaps? A smart one? Whatever it may be, her morals stood above her instincts. Hopefully, it won't bite her in the ass.

Soon after five minutes had passed, she drew out a sigh. As much as she wanted to leave, she couldn't. Not until she harboured enough insight from the Treton before her. 

".. I'll help you."
Judy
*The treton slowly stands up, slowly walking towards Pyetra, and embracing her gently if she would allow it.*

"Thank you."

*Oh god, she's doing the exact opposite of what she had first wanted. Bringing someone into the close circle, one that was horrible and corrupt. She has no choice though, if she wants to survive. Her mind hurts as part of her knows that this young girl is now cursed with knowledge and association. Now she has to do everything she can to protect her.*

*Just like how you protected your own children.*

*No. I'll never let her out of my sight.*

"Do you want to hear the full story? I understand if you don't."
Victor
Pyetra had not voiced against Yakaiyo's embrace, yet she didn't like it either. Her touch felt... Wrong, as if salt coated her skin, grinding against the young magus' heart. She began to second guess herself if this truly is the right call; To help someone like her. 

*Can't back out now.* She cleared her throat, tearing herself gently from the Treton's hug, now stood an arm's length away from the swordswoman. 

"Uhm, later. Tell me later." 

She has no clue if whoever was chasing the Treton gave up. Standing here awkwardly of course would be problematic if that weren't the case. As much as she wanted to hear the woman's story, she'd rather not shot in the meantime. 

Turning a heel, the young magus swung her hand up, gesturing for the Treton to follow.
Judy
*Yakaiyo would let go as she felt Pyetra tearing herself away. She simply nods towards her. Maybe the treton's becoming a little too clingy. It was only right for the magus to try and push her away. She simply follows Pyetra, albeit with some difficulty due to the bolt still in her leg.*

"Do you know where we're going?"

*Now that she's established a connection, Yakaiyo's not sure how exactly she's going to continue her work. She had to tell Pyetra about it, but how would she react? Would she be horrified? Would she expect it? No, no sane person would expect it.*