[B]Cynthia[/b]

Cynthia was startled by the news. Here she was, eating breakfast (in someone else's Guildhall, but so far nobody had tried to call her out on it), and suddenly Sable comes up to her and announces that he's leaving.

"Oh, no you don't." She said, leaving her meal and standing up, "There's no way you're going to get rid of me just like that. Where ever you plan on going, you're not going without me." She came around the table and poked him in the chest, scoweling for a moment before her features softened into a caring smile.

"Besides," she added, softer than before, "what if you get yourself hurt and I'm not around to help? I would never forgive myself if you didn't come back."

She took his hand briefly, holding it for a second before moving towards the door. "Just let me get a few things from my house. How long do you think we'll be gone?"