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''You're right to ask.'' Even your inadequate self can tell there are plenty of emotions brewing inside the gallant herbalist. ''I've had the unfortunate trial of meeting, then enduring, Thibault presence for the last two weeks. He wasn't -too- unreasonable, I had my space, but I think he wants to court me.''
''Oh.'' <span class="mu-i">Dear</span>
Augustine smile almost looks self-deprecating. ''He will come of age next year while this upcoming winter will be my twenty-sixth, courting probably isn't the right word.''
''I think he has something to prove, especially since he's <span class="mu-r">a fire mage</span>.'' She continues, looking into the slowly moving liquids inside the apparatus. ''His father has three other older children, yet he's the only one here, groomed to become the administrator of Fallerin very important new town. Maybe his mercs is a failed good intention to bolster the militia but <span class="mu-s">my</span> impression of that <span class="mu-s">fiend</span> is best left to our gods.
<span class="mu-i">Mages</span>. Magic is difficult to grasp, people describe it as ''imposing one's will upon reality'' with the Gods miracles being a little different, each one being a loaned spark of divine influence, controlled by the Good Mother web. Unlike the aegis inside your Focii, a mage power comes from within and is often unpredictable.
''If you need help.'' Your hands reach out to rest on top of hers, her purple eyes widen in surprise. ''My house is open, Augustine.''
One blink of disbelief. Another one of realization. Then comes a warm, comforting smile as she leans forward, putting a little more strength on your joined hands. ''I have my own little home, don't worry. Distancing myself from the baron's direct influence is all I need, it's my second reason for leaving his mansion.''
Making the direct acquaintance of this ''fiend'' sounds like a bad idea, yet the dwarf invitation shouldn't be ignored either. <span class="mu-i">A worry for later.</span>
''The medicine will be finished in a handful of minutes.'' She gently breaks your hold.
''Will you go into the enclave? I still need to do some grocery.''
''Hm, the best time to see the Mamonos is usually in the evening, during suppertime. They tend to be less... excitable. And it's better to wait at least an hour for the medicine to ''settle'' according to my books.'' Forced to get up by the alchemical apparatus, Augustine extinguished the heaters, put on a pair of gloves, and gently pooled the murky, dark reddish sloppy...mess? Into another carefully prepared vial. ''All that's needed is to mix this with water before making her drink.''
You patiently wait for her to finish, it'd be a tragedy to make her slip up.
