Mirnea seethed at being shooed off or otherwise ignored. She resigned herself to temporary incompetency though, they had just escaped a demonic lair. Best to give everyone time to... 'decompress' as it wore. Still, her blood boiled. She took a plate and dumped some of the food that was still available to the visitors and sat next to Aya and across from Inyrra. "<span style="color: red">Some time to listen to a long story might be what we all need, actually, Bard.</span>" She huffed at her food and herself for being altruistic and noticed Inyrra's indecision. "<span style="color: red">It's really not that bad you know?</span>" She exposed a tiny smile buried under her normal scowl of seriousness, "<span style="color: red">I suppose you all will go back under the employ of your previous employers. If you are in need of a Magi, I would be willing to take part given certain conditions...</span>" Mirnea was speaking more to both of them, baiting out the idea to them both.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>