#royalarmed

a draft cut across her face — his words nearly mimicking the same cold sensation. despite, she had no doubt they had been laced with good intentions. he wouldn't have stepped in  ( at the last minute ,  nonetheless )  if not. her head turned, just barely facing his direction. uneven breaths took hold as she lowered her fists, examining the aftermath of the battle.   ❛  huh  ...  no kidding ,  ❜   she spoke, disbelief evident, more towards herself. it was rare she found herself against a formidable opponent, let alone one that pushed her limits as such. no matter what the circumstances were that brought him to be present & here at just the right time, she was grateful.  ( who was she to argue against fate ?  especially when it saved her from suffering far worse , if only this once .  )

"Insomnia? -" the woman questioned with a tilt of her head. "I'm not too sure I've heard of it..."

---the last thirteen years hadn't been kind to her -- it was a miracle Jill could still recall Rosaria -

" No, you're wrong! Take another taste and see exactly how much love went into baking these special batch of cookies! " they aren't burnt, but definitely taste something similar to cardboard. She did her best! Probably.

Removes a second one from the bag and aims it right for his head, watching it bounce and then fall to the ground. " You were supposed to catch it! "

          Her arms fold over her chest, a gloved finger tapping thoughtfully against the armor strapped to her other arm, brows furrowing. Koharu makes no attempts to mask the judgement in the once-over she gives him, however rooted in concern it may be.

          Sharlayan's chill rivaled some of Coerthas' warmer days and though she hasn't been to Thavnair yet, even she had been warned of its heat. Though she cannot say where this journey might take them beyond, she can say that she has long since learned the value of versatile travel wear.