[ Warmth. It makes no sense, Seviilia was cold. She frowns, brow knitting and she peers up at the elf with a sense of confusion. A part of her is glad, a part of her resentful. Yet another part wants to forget about all of it. ]
Begun what?
[ She needs to know that. She knows that she's supposed to fight their war now. She knows she has a no purpose. That she's needed her for some reason. The acceptance that Seviilia seems to extend to her is so easy and tempting. ]
You didn't tell me what any of that was. What are you? Aside from some... walking corpse?
no subject
Begun what?
[ She needs to know that. She knows that she's supposed to fight their war now. She knows she has a no purpose. That she's needed her for some reason. The acceptance that Seviilia seems to extend to her is so easy and tempting. ]
You didn't tell me what any of that was. What are you? Aside from some... walking corpse?
[ Seviilia definitely mentioned corpse earlier. ]