"Then we shall leave immediately then, Sir Taveirn?" Adeline asked in a modest tone.<br/><br/>The woman grabbed her cloak once more, donning it to keep herself warm. She had forgone the cowl, though, given that they had already seen her face. The small piece of cloth was clutched between her hands as they disappeared into her cloak. Shortly after, her hands emerged from the bland cloak once again, making a motion with her wrist. A weak breeze began to follow, strong enough to nudge the fallen blade and it's sheath. The sound was loud enough for Adeline to hear, as she began to walk toward it, picking up the sword and placing it back in it's rightful place, assuming it's form as a cane. Adeline gave the ground a quick tap with the bottom of her blind assistance apparatus, then moved over in the direction of Ayl. She then turned to address the young voice of whom she assumed was one named Sam, given the context of the conversation. She seemed to be the hot-blooded one from earlier.<br/><br/>"Is everyone accompanying prepared?" she questioned once again. "I am sure the others would be overjoyed to have more skilled allies join their ranks. Though I worry for their condition, I pray they are safe and sound upon our arrival."<br/><br/>A smile formed on the woman's lips as she finished speaking. Even though she has not garnered their trust, knowing that the she has the support one who bears hair of purple, and another who is a rash child is incredibly reassuring, beyond words.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Purle and red!</span>Tiresias exclaimed inside her head once again.