[b] [u] Alaira Taenn [/u] [/b]

Alaira... smiled, softly as Lyn sat in her lap. She had quite the healthy appetite, especially considering her size. She simply let her eat, thinking about things for once. If it weren't for Meirin, she wouldn't be sitting here at all... On the other hand, she had explicitly paid Lucilia to ensure something like this did not happen... Nonetheless, what mattered was she was safe. There's always the next caravan, she can always take another mission, but to lose Lyn? Why, there wouldn't be much point in living anymore. She had nothing resembling family or purpose anymore.

However, soon Ssarak came to take Lyn away. He gave a fairly reasonable motive, but she knew what was going on, especially when Meirin and the Yarosmerian came to the bar. She looked to the two, and spoke, her voice low. [b]"There's nothing ta talk about. I fucked up, but we're all alive. You can complain when something does happen..."[/b] She returned to her mead, set on ignoring them, And nothing short of violence would get her to pay attention again.