Cyrille's cheeks turned slightly pink upon the compliment. "You are quite welcome," she said; she had little room for flattery from those who did it to get something from her, but when it seemed genuine, she was more than willing to lap it up.<br/><br/>"Indeed, my sword is very real, just as is your magical aptitude. I still have much to learn, however, in the ways of the sword."<br/><br/>Cyrille glanced at the cold iron weapon, and added, "Practicing with her tells me much," leaving it at that.<br/><br/>As the journey continued, Cyrille grew rather quiet, but the sun had begun to fall past the hillside, and in the distance there could be seen the light and smoke of a village. "There," she said, "we shall stop for the night. The inn has warm, well-kempt beds, and good food and drink. Nothing like what I imagine you are accustomed to, but certainly not uncomfortable."<br/><br/>By the time they pulled up to the inn, the sky was almost entirely illuminated by the moons and stars. The inn itself was built into a gigantic tree, with parts of the building protruding from the sides, though the door was built directly into the trunk. "I will take the carriage, and you will wait for me out front. It will be but a moment," she informed Aerylinne before helping the noblewoman out of the carriage.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>