The way of a warrior lives on with them forever. That’s what Fiora’s thinking as she watches Captain Jeralt scan the perimeter even in his plain clothes, deep within the crowd. She smiles to herself and walks by the first time. The second, she wonders if his mind will be preoccupied by such concerns all night. It’s only the third time, when she catches him lurking around as he scans, that she comes by his side.
“Are you doubting the ability of your guards to keep watch tonight, captain?” she asks, conversationally, lightly. Perhaps he should. She’s on duty, after all, and she’d lost two squadrons.
She smiles, sadly but still sweetly, and messes with her new bracelet, the one with the anchors on it. She offers an anchor to him. “A promise with this exchange. I will do my best to keep you all safe, so that you may enjoy your night without worry. Will that do, sir?”
Usually, if one of the Knights approach him, it's to report an incident or to ask for his counsel before taking any actions against troublemakers and whatnot. When she approaches him, that’s his initial assumption. Fiora is one of those Knights who’s diligent in her work. Capable and approachable. Luckily, her purpose in speaking to him is more casual in nature.
“Some of the other knights, including myself, aren’t properly equipped. It’s natural that I at least keep an eye out in case something’s off.” Vigilance is just instinct at this point. It doesn’t help that his previous endeavors as a mercenary taught him to keep his guard up at all times even when it’s alright not to.
When she offers him one of her anchor charms, he perks a little smile and exchanges it with one of his starfish ones. “You don’t have to make any promises. Just remember to take a step back every now and then, and don’t overwork yourself. Thank you for the charm.”
