[Such words are hardly a reassurance but Ze has a feeling they’re not meant to be. Would that he could find comfort in them instead- that the other is satisfied merely in being a bystander rather than an instigator. That he need not fear his machinations or interference and could enjoy a relatively uneasy truce...
Ah, but that would be far too simple an outcome and such has never been his lot. He scoffs, quietly, but audibly enough and tugs the edges of a breath misted scarf up a touch. ]
You know of me then. [Hardly difficult one would think given he is a Miqo’te walking freely within the heart of Garlemald, but it does raise his suspicions ever so faintly. (Not that they weren’t already incredibly high to begin with.) To have been approached despite of such knowledge in such circumstances seems hardly innocent.
Still, his gaze turns fairly pointed at the mention of an unknown location and curiosity wars with caution. It could be a trap. It could be innocent.
...It’s more likely to be a trap. Everything could be a trap.
He sighs again, hating this never ending bout of overthinking he has been forced to endure.] You might at the very least offer your name before you lead me to Gods know where. [He points out, though he falls in line with Emet-Selch easily enough, arms folded and giving him a look as if to bid him to lead the way.]
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Ah, but that would be far too simple an outcome and such has never been his lot. He scoffs, quietly, but audibly enough and tugs the edges of a breath misted scarf up a touch. ]
You know of me then. [Hardly difficult one would think given he is a Miqo’te walking freely within the heart of Garlemald, but it does raise his suspicions ever so faintly. (Not that they weren’t already incredibly high to begin with.) To have been approached despite of such knowledge in such circumstances seems hardly innocent.
Still, his gaze turns fairly pointed at the mention of an unknown location and curiosity wars with caution. It could be a trap. It could be innocent.
...It’s more likely to be a trap. Everything could be a trap.
He sighs again, hating this never ending bout of overthinking he has been forced to endure.] You might at the very least offer your name before you lead me to Gods know where. [He points out, though he falls in line with Emet-Selch easily enough, arms folded and giving him a look as if to bid him to lead the way.]