<em>The girl looks up hopefully at Mariska, a crimson shade still in her cheeks from embarassment, but there's a glimmer of hope in her eyes.<br/><br/>"Really...? Really, you'd do that?"<br/><br/>Arioch nods in agreement with the spellsword.<br/><br/>"I think that does sound best. Mariska, do you mind if I accompany you two?"</em>