When Cyrille heard Aerylinne's query, her step almost faltered...<i>almost</i>. She had to remind herself that she would never make it if a mere question could make her hesitate. A quick head shake, and Cyrille made up her mind.<br/><br/>She approached Aerylinne from behind, and snatched the lady's arm. She was no musclebound warrior, but it was apparent that she had been lucky with her genetics, as she could have possibly broken Aerylinne's arm if she just gave the proper twist. She stared at the noblewoman, her blue eyes cold as a sapphire buried in the snow, for a few moments.<br/><br/>Then, she smiled.<br/><br/>Ducking down, it initially appeared that Cyrille aimed to tackle Aerylinne by grabbing her around the knees. However, with a bit of effort, she scooped up the spellcaster and managed to sit her on Cyrille's padded shoulder, having to bend her head a bit and rest part of Aerylinne's weight on her arm as well. "I would assume that there is no stopping you, Miss Esther," she informed, "so if you aim to adventure regardless of what you are told, then you should at least not ruin such a beautiful dress by doing so." And at that, she continued to walk in the same direction that they had originally been heading.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>