"Yes, exactly," she says lightly now with the weakest of smiles and a short, nervous laugh. "You're a natural. If only I could use the weapons as well as I knew them."
It's not long before she steps away, giving him some space, back over to her group of dirty and damaged weapons. She searches through the pile, shifting through it for nothing in particular, picking up a short sword this time that was relatively intact. She grabs her rag and begins cleaning it, keeping her eyes down on her work as she speaks to Casey.
"You know, I think Morgana and I would feel more comfortable with someone around. Someone we trusted," her comment is hardly wrought with implication, though she sends a sideways glance to him to assess his reaction to the comment.
[location: the Smithy] hello sad casey icon D: my fail class is OVER though, yay :D
It's not long before she steps away, giving him some space, back over to her group of dirty and damaged weapons. She searches through the pile, shifting through it for nothing in particular, picking up a short sword this time that was relatively intact. She grabs her rag and begins cleaning it, keeping her eyes down on her work as she speaks to Casey.
"You know, I think Morgana and I would feel more comfortable with someone around. Someone we trusted," her comment is hardly wrought with implication, though she sends a sideways glance to him to assess his reaction to the comment.