[b][color=#a4161a]"Give him a break Sparky, he's a bit too young for all this!"[/color][/b] Yvonne lingered in the room, approaching the young prince right behind the elf with her usual lopsided grin on her face. Previously she would've gotten quite physical in her greeting, a slap on the shoulder or the like, but this time she stood clearly apart. There's a wall between them now, she realized after the rescue last year. A distance that no amount of old memories will bridge, and instead will continue to grow wider as time passed.

Honestly? She didn't regret it. People come and go, that's just life and even moreso for mercenaries. But... at least she's glad that the kid she once knew had grown so well.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Ain't sure if I'd see you again, but I'm glad you're here."[/color][/b] Reaching into an inner pocket, a small box lined with satin was produced. If opened there'd be a well-crafted pen within, the brass nib gleaming under the light. The pen itself was of Helvetian make, while the satin lining had Kindeance's heraldry embroidered at the center. [b][color=#a4161a]"Hope you get to use it more than a sword, yeah?"[/color][/b]