Well, this was annoying.  Tysaer never would have made such a cute girl cry, after all.  At least, not until after he'd slept with her, anyway.  And now Shaera felt bad, having crushed some innocent stewardess' hopes and dreams like that.  Her only real comfort was that it was better for the girl to have her hopes crushed now, before she made any real mistakes trying to follow them, than for her to find out later on that reality didn't work the way she thought it did.  If she'd done something crazy like save up a bunch of money and quit her job, then buy passage to Valenar, hoping to join in on some 'new tradition' or something...  Well, that just would've been a disaster.  A cute thing like her wouldn't last two seconds out in a warband.<br/><br/>"Life rarely works out the way we want it to."  The elf mused, her eyes taking on a far-off look.  She was dredging up old memories...  "If it worked like that more often, I doubt I'd be on the lightning rail to Sharn right now.  I'd probably be out on the Talenta Plains, listening to dinosaur mating calls or something..."<br/><br/>Giving out another sigh, she shook herself out of her little reverie and turned to the girl, shaking her head.<br/><br/>"Anyway, I don't think either of us needs a drink or a snack right now.  I think you could probably use a shoulder to cry on, though.  I'm sure that must have been very hard for you to hear just now, and I can tell you're trying to put on a brave face."<br/><br/>((It's alright, I don't mind too much.))