Aerylinne released an audible chuckle, gently swaying her legs back and forth as she perched atop Cyrille's shoulder. She kept her eyes forward, but her acknowledging laugh was enough to confirm her attention. She looked down at the lean warrior beneath her, quickly leveling her gaze and peering off into the distance. "If I may make an assertion," She began, momentarily pondering the irony of her opening statement, "I might say that I hardly expected anything else. That is, your first endeavour for us would involve stepping up to aid the innocent, wouldn't it..." She clarified, shaking her head in mock disapproval, a playful smirk set upon her face.<br/><br/>Unsurprisingly, the high and mighty noble girl remained oblivious to the urges her shapely rear induced. She had no quarrel with the fairer sex, and imagined their 'company' to be quite enjoyable, but didn't suspect the stalwart madame d'Amoure of sharing such a notion. Snapping out of her thoughtful daze, her eyes were drawn to the forest floor passing beneath them, barely illuminated by silvery moonlight. "Having said that, we must begin somewhere. We've all the time in the world to be more... Daring." She grinned as she spoke, but it soon faded as she looked down at her protector. "Does your arm not grow tired, madame?" Aerylinne queries inquisitively,  imagining that the weight of even someone as slender as herself was no easy burden. Though, Cyrille didn't seem support her theory, outwardly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>