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"Sara. My father was Notus." You answered her question almost on instinct, but there was more you wanted to say. Not for the first time, you wished you could help her see what you saw, explain the difference between how your mother had acted and what you had learned of hers, but you couldn't find the words as you struggled to keep the fire contained.
She chuckled quietly. "Sara... fate must be laughing at us, my love. I, um... have read her Theories on Element Relationships, her Alchemy Enchiridion, as well as her Treatise on Patient Care. They were some of the first books I ever read. It was because of her name at first, but all of them helped me. The first when I was trying to unlock my element, even if I didn't understand it fully at the time, the others much later, when I began going to Algetty on my own. I could tell from her writings that she was intelligent and kind. I never thought that she... you two must be very much alike... I had planned to read her Ice Magic Spellbook next, but... I never found the time..." After long moments of silence, she turned to look at you and addressed you seriously. "If you don't want me to get a weapon now then I won't."
The fire was doused instantly by her offer and any thought of discussing your mother's work with her evaporated along with it. "What? No. No! You're not my tool either and I don't want you to be!" You took a deep breath and placed your other hand on the side of her head, both to calm yourself down and reassure her. "That was just me being an idiot. You can't refuse a weapon now! Who knows how dangerous the ruins we're heading to are going to be, or what else we're going to encounter before we get home. Υou need to be able to defend yourself. A dagger would be best. Small, easy to hide, easy for you to use as a last resort. You should always stay distant and help us with your magic from afar, but an enemy might still get past me or... or Chrono and if you get hurt because you were unarmed-"
She placed her finger on your lips and smiled tenderly, making your heart melt once more. "Then that is what I am going to choose. Thank you."
"For what?" you asked dumbfounded.
She lowered her hand and placed it on top of your fist, the one that was still gripping her other wrist. "For your honesty. For wanting what's best for me. For being you... and, um... don't call yourself an idiot. I don't like it when people talk poorly about the man that I love. Now, shall we go?"
