Syrisa blushed so deeply that her lightly freckled face matched her vibrant crimson hair as she dispelled the ice and took the warrior's strong yet distractingly soft hand. She knew that she cold not hope to pull Emma to her feet but the gesture was more symbolic anyway. The mageling held the tall blonde's hand for a few seconds after she had found her footing until reluctantly she released her grip. Her sweet face looked up at the taller woman's as Emma softly thanked her for her token assistance. She had to still her hands from reaching for her bodyguard as she returned to donning her armor.<br/><br/>The same realization that Emma had struck the little mageling as well. Emma was truly the only friend she had. Emma was the only person to tolerate her<i>quirky</i>sense of humor. She bit her lip as she stared at her back, watching the warrior put on her gauntlets. She fidgetted and her mouth opened to say something but she could not think of the right words. At last she settled on a simple, mumbled<span style="color: indigo"> "I'm sorry Emma"</span>as she stared at the floor. Out of habit she moved to tuck the stray strands of hair behind her ear only to have them fall immediately back in front of her face. She petite mage looked almost comical. She was a powerful magic-user and she was giving a sheepish apology like a child that had been caught sneaking sweets.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>