Aerylinne had to dash the notion of chuckling at her new guardian's words when she made the assertion about being the girl's sword arm. At this point, the less she let on about certain... Misdeeds, one might be tempted to say, the fewer problems she'd have in the future. She made sure to set their pace to a leisurely stroll, with a slight spring in her step to accurately display her anticipation.<br/>She pondered, for a moment, on the subject of this woman. Aerylinne's immediate impression of her was akin to that of a stern schoolmistress, who took no stock in the words of any fool who'd dare insinuate that the pen held any might over the sword. Aerylinne felt she could grow to appreciate Cyrille d'Amour, if it wasn't her primary intention to abandon her at the nearest convenient opportunity.<br/>"W-Well then, madame d'Amour. I'm certainly grateful of your company." She chimed, waiting for a servant to open the vast, ornate doors to let them through, before forging onward.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>