<div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">She shook her head as she noticed the guilt her the elf's eyes. "Don't apologize for me just being uneasy." She stated as she watched Vesper studiously, eyeing her reactions. After being disowned by her House and several conflicts while she was traveling south, she distrusts almost everyone and has a bad habit of flinching at the slightest of touches outside of combat.</span></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">She paused for a moment before she sighed in defeat. "I would like that.." She replied almost forcibly, she hated admitting her flaws and combat weaknesses.</div></span>