How-- how can he say such things with ease and certainty? Ysayle knows the strength of conviction, of what it means to speak with the full belief of your cause and your actions. She knows where it comes from, but by the same turn, knows what it feels like to have that all ripped away, out from under you, and to flounder.

A small nod of her head, a hint of a smile, as she finally relents and lets him move the conversation away from politics. They will have time enough for that later.

"I--" A pause, as she looks at her hands. "Birds." Her eyes flick up to his, and there is something there in her gaze. Her voice seems to soften, to let her hard edges melt slightly. "When I was younger, I enjoyed falconry. It... has been many years since I tried my hand at it, but given the chance to begin again--" Well, she won't turn it down.