"If you don't, I'll drag you to him," she says, lowering her arms for his benefit to show that she won't do that - probably - but not too much, in case courtyard lurkers get ideas about re-entry.
"I'm surprised at how capable they've all been in a physical fight," she muses in return. Some of them have really let whomever was causing trouble have it, but when you would be the one to patch them up later, perhaps that wasn't such a bad plan. As much as she'd prefer a hundred percent cut in fighting altogether. "It's infuriating. I didn't want it to come to this, but if we actually want a force this time tomorrow, something has to be done. After all that ceremony and circumstance for the nobles about how we're strong, about how the Herald united two warring factions, and now what? We're the ones that survived Haven, and this is what we do? Divide ourselves?"
She seems angry, though for Harding, that anger is soft, something much more menacing by the fact it's still under the surface. But she cares so much, it's a near insult that co-operation and co-existance has taken a backstep. She's glad for the defense, for the fact some aren't standing for it, but if it weren't happening in the first place...
Harding exhales. "Sorry, Gavin. You shouldn't have to listen to me rant. Not when you've already taken several blows for innocents."
She's small enough to be in the right place at the right time to cause an obstruction and have someone fall, to get in and get out and probably not be threatened with a punch in the first place due to her reputation. Not all are so lucky.
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"I'm surprised at how capable they've all been in a physical fight," she muses in return. Some of them have really let whomever was causing trouble have it, but when you would be the one to patch them up later, perhaps that wasn't such a bad plan. As much as she'd prefer a hundred percent cut in fighting altogether. "It's infuriating. I didn't want it to come to this, but if we actually want a force this time tomorrow, something has to be done. After all that ceremony and circumstance for the nobles about how we're strong, about how the Herald united two warring factions, and now what? We're the ones that survived Haven, and this is what we do? Divide ourselves?"
She seems angry, though for Harding, that anger is soft, something much more menacing by the fact it's still under the surface. But she cares so much, it's a near insult that co-operation and co-existance has taken a backstep. She's glad for the defense, for the fact some aren't standing for it, but if it weren't happening in the first place...
Harding exhales. "Sorry, Gavin. You shouldn't have to listen to me rant. Not when you've already taken several blows for innocents."
She's small enough to be in the right place at the right time to cause an obstruction and have someone fall, to get in and get out and probably not be threatened with a punch in the first place due to her reputation. Not all are so lucky.