"I assure you, the pleasure is mine," said Cyrille. "I hope you have your belongings readied, as it would be a shame to see you approach the guildmaster with naught but soiled robes and half of your books."<br/><br/>Giving a quick bow to Lord and Lady Esther, Cyrille shouldered her wavy sword as she stood. "I have been appointed to be your personal bodyguard, Miss Esther," she clarified to the red-haired girl who, she admitted, was quite beautiful, though she dared not say as much aloud. "Should you find yourself fearful in any instance, I will perish such thoughts. Know that, even if it seems as such, you are never in danger with me around, for I swear to be your sword arm." Her speechlet was something that seemed to come to her naturally, and in spite of the purple prose with which she spoke, sounded genuine.<br/><br/><br/>As they walked through the halls to the front door, Cyrille would unconsciously do things like step into the light of the windows just right, or give her hair, held in a small ponytail, a little wave, as though her body was trying to show itself off. There were times when one could have even swore that she would shimmer if the light hit her just perfectly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>