[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]

[@Raineh Daze]

[color=goldenrod][i]That's what Elven sounds like? Huh... Lilette? Lilette, Lilette, that's not a name I've—[/i][/color]

"... Anyway!"

[color=goldenrod][i]Whatever, don't worry about it. Got it.[/i][/color]

He eyed the not-actually-at-all-young woman cautiously as she rose up, straightening her back and pinning him with eyes that seemed just a touch too bright in the shade, her refuge from Lady Reon's disdainful eye. Though her deathly pallor and lynx pupils were proof enough that she was far from an ordinary girl... he still found need to remind himself that this was the same person who had donned that towering harness of plate, and swung around what was only now the second largest blade he'd seen in five years on the field.

It was hard to link them. Such different visages arcane helms and girlish frills could present.

[color=goldenrod]"Oh, that."[/color]

He folded his arms, and loosed something halfway between a sigh and a ragged grunt. Now, it was his turn to look into the middle distance for a moment, searching for his phrasing. He didn't take terribly long to arrive on it— now that it didn't quite feel like he was about to be chewed out, there wasn't so much need.

[color=goldenrod]"Trying to settle my mind, I think."[/color] he ventured, looking back to her beneath a furrowed brow.  [color=goldenrod]"Whenever I look back on Jeremiah... We [i]did[/i] kick his ass, the Captain, Fionn, and I. But if it was [i]just[/i] me, I'm not so confident. Think I get torn in half more often than not."[/color]

All told, it was a markedly casual assessment of such grim odds. He'd already faced them.

[color=goldenrod]"So I want to start working right away, before we have to face someone or something like that again. I might be on my own for it, y'know?"[/color]