(her word is something she's always fought harder to keep for a reason, now is not the exception to the rule. it's as she remembered from the last time, no matter those differences in past and present. vertin is....comfortable, that perhaps is the best way to explain it. at ease and unable to help the way time seems to stop between. there was nowhere else she'd rather be in this day of quiet than here. some things still need to be done no matter how heavy this burden of hers she carries is, but vertin has always understood this lonesome vigil falls upon her.

for now, it's better she's able to lay down those burdens in the arms of someone; a woman like a ghost who had been there yet not there in how much she felt. like her heart could break any time again and she'd still never let go of what had been them. an arcanist who can hardly use arcanum, a human that could in what had been the longest night of her young life. their actual duel included.)

I never would want to let you down.

(they're there alone, in a quiet place where such words between them would go unheard. whispers and moments in which they could crave more of, against what is and will be lives filled with difficulty.) Is there anything else you'd like tonight, then? I'll do whatever you wish if I can fulfill it. (my, my, such bold words from this young british lady, or perhaps lord was better suited to a handsome girl like her. attractive and like a prince, not just in mannerisms, but dress as well.)