"That sounds fair to me." Ivy replied, shrugging slightly. The suggestion for when she tried to escape...she simply sighed, but didn't disagree.<br/><br/>The sheer size and comfort of the ship was incredible, though, and Ivy mentally shook her head.<em>This</em>was an impressive ship, that was for certain!<br/><br/>But Midnight's commentary was...odd to her. She really wanted to have Ivy try to escape? Really?<br/><br/>When she saw Milia and the others, though, she requested. "May I please speak to her and the others for a short while, Mistress?"<br/><br/>At her assent, Ivy approached and nodded, sighing slightly. "Yes, I'm fine, Milia...and I'm glad that you're all looking well. This is Midnight, the drow who...commissioned my creation? She's quite happy with getting her hands on me, and is planning to let the rest of you go in a few days, most likely. I, on the other hand..."<br/><br/>Ivy hesitated for a moment, glancing at Midnight before adding wryly. "Me? She's planning to keep me. But she also<em>expects</em>me to rebel and try to escape. And I will...for Obsidian's sake, if nothing else. Are you doing well, though?"