A change of heart? For a moment Ysayle's expression darkens -- her eyes narrowing. It is not her who has had a change of heart, but... well, it doesn't matter now. Ysayle swallows her ire, although the darkness in her eyes doesn't abate for the moment.
"Then I shall remain silent on the matter entirely, until there is a time for me to confess." That, at least, she agrees to do without complaint. She won't shy away from facing those she has wronged, accepts it as both punishment and a chance to... move on, move forward. For a better Isghard. A frown, then, and Ysayle fixates on a point past Aymeric's shoulder for a long second before catching his eyes again.
He has tried, with her, and so she can give him something of herself. Something that may help him understand her more, help them navigate the tricky politics of their future together.
"Did you know that Ishgard turned my village away? After the Calamity we came to its gates seeking refuge. And we were denied." As were many others. Ysayle is not attempting to make her case a special one, simply putting a story to her name, heard from her and not any reports he may have read. "It was only after that all but myself perished in an avalanche, and I would have suffered the same fate if not for Hresvelgr himself."
A tap of a finger against the wood of the table in pointed thought, though there is no point she is trying to draw his attention to beyond that of understanding. "You have fought tooth and nail for the seat that you sit upon, I will not deny that. But you speak to me of the concern of nobles as if I should care for their reputations, of their plight, when none have cared overmuch for those of me and mine. We swear to strive for change, aye, but that change should not come at the cost of dignity, of pride, for those who have always stood at the bottom."
She will not beg and grovel for the approval of nobles, appeal to them for forgiveness when it is their society, their families and their reputation that is built on lies, on stasis and an intolerance for those considered 'lesser'. As much as she must prove herself to them, so must they to her. Better that he know that now than later.
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"Then I shall remain silent on the matter entirely, until there is a time for me to confess." That, at least, she agrees to do without complaint. She won't shy away from facing those she has wronged, accepts it as both punishment and a chance to... move on, move forward. For a better Isghard. A frown, then, and Ysayle fixates on a point past Aymeric's shoulder for a long second before catching his eyes again.
He has tried, with her, and so she can give him something of herself. Something that may help him understand her more, help them navigate the tricky politics of their future together.
"Did you know that Ishgard turned my village away? After the Calamity we came to its gates seeking refuge. And we were denied." As were many others. Ysayle is not attempting to make her case a special one, simply putting a story to her name, heard from her and not any reports he may have read. "It was only after that all but myself perished in an avalanche, and I would have suffered the same fate if not for Hresvelgr himself."
A tap of a finger against the wood of the table in pointed thought, though there is no point she is trying to draw his attention to beyond that of understanding. "You have fought tooth and nail for the seat that you sit upon, I will not deny that. But you speak to me of the concern of nobles as if I should care for their reputations, of their plight, when none have cared overmuch for those of me and mine. We swear to strive for change, aye, but that change should not come at the cost of dignity, of pride, for those who have always stood at the bottom."
She will not beg and grovel for the approval of nobles, appeal to them for forgiveness when it is their society, their families and their reputation that is built on lies, on stasis and an intolerance for those considered 'lesser'. As much as she must prove herself to them, so must they to her. Better that he know that now than later.