[ They will be, is not a reassuring answer in her ears. What he has to offer will very possibly be slim to none and not entirely adequate - but he will do his best to make them so. The mask stays perfectly in place, her smile cordial and polite but little else. There's no deeper emotion behind it, no light in her eyes. She takes the wrap with the herbs and purchases her own tinctures, using great care to exchange the book for another, wrapped in similar binding, into her own belongings while the apothecary wraps her items so they might be safe in the bag at her hip. She pays for what she can with items - an intricate bracelet fashioned with tiny stones - more than enough to satisfy the apothecary.
Alysia follows Charles as she might, walking with care. She is not entirely surprised that he walks with a hand on his sword - an intricate sabre, she might add with some surprise - per the nature of his injury. His gait gives no indication of an injury, and she does not know what to make of that. This is no ruse...but does that make him a powerful man or one who is far more composed than he lets on?
She wishes she could say she was surprised that they approach the seedier bits of town on their way to the harbor, but she walks with her head held high and no fear in her eyes. The facade slips just enough to give her an expression of disinterest when some approach her or whistle for her attention, all trace of potentially maiden-like fear absent. She does not even speak to them, and a look from Charles ensures they keep their distance. ]
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Alysia follows Charles as she might, walking with care. She is not entirely surprised that he walks with a hand on his sword - an intricate sabre, she might add with some surprise - per the nature of his injury. His gait gives no indication of an injury, and she does not know what to make of that. This is no ruse...but does that make him a powerful man or one who is far more composed than he lets on?
She wishes she could say she was surprised that they approach the seedier bits of town on their way to the harbor, but she walks with her head held high and no fear in her eyes. The facade slips just enough to give her an expression of disinterest when some approach her or whistle for her attention, all trace of potentially maiden-like fear absent. She does not even speak to them, and a look from Charles ensures they keep their distance. ]