"I try to avoid using my magic on people I want to actually be my friend, but as I'm sure you can tell it's not exactly easy to avoid." Kathy said shaking her head. She ran a finger around the rim of her mug, looking at him as she did. "I'm keeping you from something aren't I?" She asked softly. "I'm sorry I'm honestly not much of a warrior. I mean I can fight, because I was forced to learn for my safety or something but nothing I'm sure you're capable of." She picked up her mug and took a sip, looking down at the nearly empty mug.
"You sell yourself short Sam, I'm certain you have plenty you could entertain me with. You are an archer no? You've bound to see things that a bard like me hasn't." She was smiling still. "Maybe even teach me to use a bow?" She looked to him again, there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes. She was being sincere with him. Something gave him this feeling that unlike the other people she had been interacting with she was being truthful with him, not a diplomat but a woman who needed a friend. Out of all of the men in the convoy here she had picked him. Her reasons perhaps even unknown to her, she was doing her best to not manipulate him into liking her. "If you have time of course. but don't let me keep you from your evening. I'm afraid I've already kept you too long." She reached over putting a hand on his arm, giving it a little pat. She wanted him to offer to stay, or join him to help him with what ever it was he needed to do.