Ysayle can't quite pinpoint the moment that something shifts in the conversation; perhaps she had ushered it in with her direct honesty, or perhaps the idea of being no longer alone in the cold has wormed its way into her chest and made a nest there. The strange, warm feeling in her chest is not one of love -- she knows that much -- but of relief and acceptance.
It is enough, Ysayle thinks. Enough to see this through, enough to stand by his side and see this future in together. Her own guilt, her own worries -- they still eat at her; she knows that her atonement is not completely, nor may it ever be.
But he does not seem to care.
It takes some time for her to reply -- not out of a lack of want, but simply because she cannot think of what to say. "It seems you will not be dissuaded no matter how many times I tell you that I am undeserving. Ishgard makes for stubborn men to test my resolve," said with something akin to humor, a lightness in her eyes that fades only when she closes them in contemplation. When she opens them once more to meet his, they are bright and sharp. "Together, then. For Ishgard. For peace."
And perhaps in doing so, they may find some measure of it for themselves.
Not one to linger overmuch on emotions she has no real skill with, she continues. "I do have one thing to ask of you. Crystals -- placed wherever you suspect an attack is most likely to come." Ysayle knows what she is asking for, knows that he is well within his rights to deny it, but she will not have what she knows is her best strength out of reach completely.
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It is enough, Ysayle thinks. Enough to see this through, enough to stand by his side and see this future in together. Her own guilt, her own worries -- they still eat at her; she knows that her atonement is not completely, nor may it ever be.
But he does not seem to care.
It takes some time for her to reply -- not out of a lack of want, but simply because she cannot think of what to say. "It seems you will not be dissuaded no matter how many times I tell you that I am undeserving. Ishgard makes for stubborn men to test my resolve," said with something akin to humor, a lightness in her eyes that fades only when she closes them in contemplation. When she opens them once more to meet his, they are bright and sharp. "Together, then. For Ishgard. For peace."
And perhaps in doing so, they may find some measure of it for themselves.
Not one to linger overmuch on emotions she has no real skill with, she continues. "I do have one thing to ask of you. Crystals -- placed wherever you suspect an attack is most likely to come." Ysayle knows what she is asking for, knows that he is well within his rights to deny it, but she will not have what she knows is her best strength out of reach completely.