He makes it hard to argue against him; whether or not he intended to push for change in Ishgard he fits the role better than any she has yet to meet. He offers himself up as an ally in her reformed cause -- their's, considering how he has dedicated himself to it -- and so long has she been alone in championing it that his words visibly surprise her for a moment.

"I..." A falter, a crack in the ice that she wears. Ysayle composes herself once more with an incline of her head. "Thank you. I confess that I am not yet accustomed to the idea that I am no longer alone in this. The Warrior of Light was the first to extend their hand, and I had thought they would continue to be the only one."

That there are others, while part of what she wanted, still takes her aback. If she is to enter a partnership with him then, Ysayle muses, she had best learn what that means. Folding her hands in her lap, she meets his gaze -- icy, but only for the color of her eyes and her resolve rather than an indication of any ill-will towards him. "An ally is all that I require at the moment. And, perhaps, a guide to maneuvering in your society."

She does not care about the opinions of the Ishgardian nobility, but knows that a misstep may be more damaging to their cause than she might know.