The now-blonde girl raised an eyebrow and scoffed at the cowardly man in front of her. If this was the man she was supposed to be with, he certainly wasn't showing her why. She wasn't quite sure what made it so, but she did feel compelled to believe him. He may have looked simple and without much honor or gallantry, but he did seem<em>honest.</em><br/><br/>She parted her mouth to speak but her attention was drawn to the creaking of floorboards up above her. At first, her dark eyes narrowed, then they slowly relaxed. Although she did not know it yet, as Kenji made his way down to the main level of the house, the invisible "pull" she had felt bringing her here strengthened. Except, now it was less tearing her from her world against her will, and more becoming a sweet beckoning that she found harder to resist.<br/><br/>She turned her gaze back to Brendan. Having never lowered her blade, she took a step towards him. "What was the purpose of your spell? To bring me here to be your companion against my will?!"