Cyrille put a hand to her forehead and furrowed her brow. "I question my own sanity," she mumbled to herself, having a hard time thinking about anything but Aerylinne being put into dangerous positions by dark elves. Something about the place they were in set her on edge, and it wasn't from some kind of unfamiliarity, or because of the time of night- which, now that she thought about it, did in fact contribute to her discomfort, but in an entirely different manner when she paid attention to how the moonlight made Aerylinne's skin positively gleam. '<i>Interesting indeed,</i>' she thought, and then chided herself for doing so.<br/><br/>"What do you mean, 'new bearing'?" queried the woman, eyeing Aerylinne curiously. "Do you not wish to hone your skills in magic? Harness your sorcerous power? What could you be seeking beyond the guild for that?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>