Emma heard the mumbled apology before she managed to slip her fingers through the first gauntlet. She had never heard Syrisa apologize for anything...given that she had only known the mageling for about a month and a half. Though it felt like a life time since they had first met. Emma stared at her glove, as if thinking that by choosing to putting it on or not would lead to a life changing decision. And, maybe it did...and maybe it didn't. Who would know how the great Highfather worked? Surely, this must of been a test of something he was throwing towards her. She would have to consult a priest the next time she visited a church or monastery.<br/><br/>She felt her hands tremble as she took in a deep breath and put the gauntlet down. She then slowly turned around to face Syrisa. Without saying a word and with a blank face, she approached the mageling. She stood in front of the smaller woman for a few moments that seemed like forever before she acted. Her arms came back around Syrisa's waist and pulled her into an embrace. With her head bent down, she could smell the fragrance of the woman's pampered hair...which also gave Syrisa's sensitive neck a taste of the warm air that was exhaled through the warrior's nostrils.<br/><br/>"You have nothing to apologize for, Miss...Syrisa...I just overreacted. The fault was mine...I should be use to your...playfulness, by now. It won't ever happen again."<br/><br/>Her voice was surprisingly soft as she spoke. The words caressing the mageling's ears to actually comfort her and lift her spirits up. It was out of place for the amazon like woman. What could of happened to trigger this sort of act?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>