She looked towards him, her mind drifting from thought to thought. "I shall meet you there then." She said, a small smile on her lips. She never took the time to worry about her appearance, to worry about how she looked. It wasn't in her nature. The small witch seemed to blush more at his complement, her eyes on him as he left the room. Whenever he spoke she found that fluttering feeling would come, though it was hardly noticeable. Though around him, whenever she was close, it seemed worse.<br/><br/>"I'm not anything special." She said to herself, a small sigh leaving her lips. But the things he said swam in her thoughts, made her blush more as she stood up and went to her bag, grabbing a change of clothing. The black leggings were tucked into the boots she wore, a black pleated skirt worn over them. She wore a black tank top that clung to her tightly, an over sized black cardigan worn over it to keep her warm, the hem of that open sweater falling to mid thigh. The small witch left the room, going towards the dungeon, though she opened the door to the training room, her eyes on him as he worked on that blade.