A short second or two, she hoped, was all she would need to catch her breath, to regain her balance.<br/><br/>Twas a lie.<br/><br/>Shaking her head out she faked a smile in Valen's direction. Her weakness wasn't supposed to be shown in front of<i>him</i>of all people.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><b>"I sh-should be fine."</b></span>Lynnira replied quickly, trying to cover her stutter with a small laugh, but it was all lies. And she knew he could tell. With a disdain sigh the woman grasped his hand. It was cold to the touch for her, but her skin must've been scalding to him. Her temperature was through the roof. Her fingers curled gently in his; oh she knew how he felt towards her. A sibling. She was his younger, hot-tempered sister.. while she wanted something completely different. Unable to speak loudly of this before the other knights, Lynn kept her head low, speaking softly as she was lead by his cool hand,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><b>"Thank you.."</b></span><br/><br/>Though as soon as they all turned to the newcomer, so did Lynnira. Taking him (or her) in with raised brows. But she spent little attention on the cloaked figure and their cat. As soon as she found she could breathe again, her hand slipped from Valen's and to her side. Pulling her body up straight she looked into the city. As Arioch spun into the city, leaving them in the dusk, Lynnira went to follow.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><b>"I believe finding proper beddings and resting area's is in order now. Perhaps I shall look for said things? Else.. are we staying not in a regular place?"</b></span>Lynnira flicked her cold blue eyes to the Elf whom had begun to walk away. No bitterness, but a strange look of.. respect?<span class="fixed-color" style="color:crimson"><b>"General."</b></span>