As the door opened, Erma kept her gaze pointing down the hall rather than turn in the direction of whomever stepped from it. The voice that came from them happened to be Tygrane's, and so she regarded her fellow just as she would any of the others: she continued to face forward, though she spoke, the only thing moving being her mouth. "<span style="color: blue">I suppose there is no point in lying to you on that subject. Yes, he did indeed grant me the responsibility. Given, I would have done it of my own accord regardless.</span>"<br/><br/>She finally cocked her head slightly in Tygrane's direction. "<span style="color: blue">You know already that I will not hesitate. I sincerely hope that it will never come to violence, though.</span>"<br/><br/>Erma then took note of the slightly flushed look about Tygrane's cheeks. Perhaps the wine had finally gotten to her. "<span style="color: blue">It would do you well to find yourself some sleep. I have no need, so I will remain here. If you still wish to talk, however, you are more than welcome.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>