Yovela saw that he wasn't angry about the fact she hadn't fallen in love with him yet, and was relieved. She was starting to wonder if maybe something was wrong with him to expect her to have feelings for him so soon. She smiled a little at his words.<br/>"I would like to think that I am collected."<br/>She sniffed at the container that he handed her, getting the scent of whatever it was on her nose.<br/>"I can handle strong. Don't worry about me."<br/>She then took a taste of the drink, smacking her lips together ready to tell the tale of herself.<br/>"Well I am a daughter of a noble family, my sister was a great hero and all my life I strove to be like her. But my father said I wasn't good at being an archer like my sister was, so I took to the life that my mother lived. Which was being a woman of easy virtue. I met a man who talked me out of that, and led me on the path of becoming a druid.  But well I wasn't very good at that either, at least I wasn't like the other druids I knew. Now I am just floating in the wind seeing where it will take me."