Viveca nodded, as if the response was much as she had expected from the Paladin. And to be blunt it was. It was clear Shannia cared not for her own praises, and those devoted to their callings were often awkward in accepting gratitude. But though she nodded with understanding, she did not make way for Shannia to pass. "Your duty, yes... Then you will understand, I wish to fulfill my own duty. I am much loved in Dinaa and pleased to know of it, but I am not much needed in this city..."<br/><br/>A fluttering bashfulness made her speak quickly, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath while considering her next words carefully. When she opened her deep blue eyes once more, she seemed resolute, her mind firm of purpose, though her body still trembled from it's ordeal, "I devoted myself to an ideal and a God. It's best I serve that ideal where I will do the most good. My duties here have all been filled after a mere fortnight. If I am so easily replaced, then I believe I have not found my purpose and calling here."<br/><br/>The admission of this seemed to pain her. None had the heart to cast her out, as she was simply... delightful and so well disposed. In her they saw a daughter or a sister or a mother, a beacon of good cheer and virtue. Unfortunately, she realized as surely as they had, Viveca Dantrain served no OTHER purpose amongst the townspeople.<br/><br/>Shaking her head wistfully, her newly trimmed hair swaying with the gesture, Viveca stepped towards Shannia. Swift of foot, though she lurched slightly with each step, the young woman's lips found their way to Shannia's side. Whispering softly, her warm breath tickled past Shannia's ear. A tremor of emotion peppered the young woman's words, making each syllable heart-wrenchingly jagged and uneven, as if she might break down, "I swear I will only be a burden until I regain my strength, and then... I believe I will be of great use to you. Let me tend to your wounds, mend your weapons, offer kind solace, and my most humble advice when called for. I was not born... great and pure. Purity and goodness may be tended in a lifetime, but greatness is a gift that is only given to the worthy. With true and unwavering faith mountains can be moved, it's said. I do not believe if it was tested, my faith would be strong enough. But I know with certainty that I should like to help you do great things..."