In a way she sort of appreciates his brutal honesty. Up until recently her whole life was a bit coddling while she lives in the safe walls of Camelot with the ideal job, a lovely family and the best friend for a mistress. It wasn't until she was accused of being a witch and spent some time in the dungeon that she realized the world was a lot darker than it appeared at first. She isn't hard like Casey by a long shot, but she considers herself a realist when it comes to this sort of thing.

"Perhaps that is for the best," she says softly to herself as she pulls out a cloth to clear the sword's blade. Her voice is shaky, and though she would very much like to believe her own words, it is almost a question. "...I do not know how well Morgana and I will fare here alone."

She shakes her head some to herself, blinking against the glassiness welling in her eyes. She sets the sword aside and stands, stepping over to where Casey quickly. She's quick to shift the subject and her focus; this was not a topic on which she wished to dwell.

"It-it's best to go up along the rows when cleaning the maces," and her voice is still shaky but she raises it in an attempt to suppress it as she points out whats she means in a gesture along the mace he holds. "Otherwise you will snag the cloth and take forever."