"You are far more optimistic than I am," Mia replied with a faint noise, reaching upwards to rub at the nape of her neck. A knot of tension appeared to have formed there over the course of the night.

Ah well. If that was the worst she endured, she was clearly one of the lucky ones.

The last of the tea was drained, but the mug remained in her hands for a moment. Now, having a chance to sit and breathe, the exhaustion was beginning to catch up. Just as she'd feared. "It's never just been about a desire to see this danger pass. Everyone has their own notion of what protecting people means. The danger comes when too many think their way is the only right way to be had. Mage or templar."