Oh, hells. Ness immediately understands what Gwenaëlle is getting at, and she goes from honestly bewildered to honestly annoyed in seconds—not at Gwenaëlle, no, that would be ridiculous when Gwenaëlle is helping her. No, Ness is annoyed at herself, annoyed that this is still happening without her even realizing she's done it.
"You're absolutely right, Captain," because Gwen is right and Ness wants to make sure it's crystal clear that she both understands and takes seriously the risk this poses. "I'm mindful of the issue at hand, yes. I do have some remedies in place to make leaving the Gallows less of an issue," a gesture to the pouch of vials at her belt, thank you Enchanter Julius and your magebane supply, "but I know I can't rely on them forever, and it'd be unwise to say the least to risk getting caught out far from Riftwatch without them."
It's nothing less than a nightmare scenario, frankly, the idea of being outside the Gallows long enough to run out of magebane with no way to resupply—it'd hardly bear thinking about, except that she must think about it, in order to avoid it.
"I'm getting some help trying to get a handle on this and... other gifts of mine. This one's proven a little harder to manage, though, I can't—"
She cuts herself off with a huff, and visibly refocuses. The Captain of the Watch doesn't want excuses or complaints, she wants to know the situation is under control.
"I'll keep trying, Captain. And," more hesitantly, now, but equally as sincere, "I'm sorry for the intrusion. I didn't really get anything, if it helps. Only purposeful, direct communication really gets through."
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Oh, hells. Ness immediately understands what Gwenaëlle is getting at, and she goes from honestly bewildered to honestly annoyed in seconds—not at Gwenaëlle, no, that would be ridiculous when Gwenaëlle is helping her. No, Ness is annoyed at herself, annoyed that this is still happening without her even realizing she's done it.
"You're absolutely right, Captain," because Gwen is right and Ness wants to make sure it's crystal clear that she both understands and takes seriously the risk this poses. "I'm mindful of the issue at hand, yes. I do have some remedies in place to make leaving the Gallows less of an issue," a gesture to the pouch of vials at her belt, thank you Enchanter Julius and your magebane supply, "but I know I can't rely on them forever, and it'd be unwise to say the least to risk getting caught out far from Riftwatch without them."
It's nothing less than a nightmare scenario, frankly, the idea of being outside the Gallows long enough to run out of magebane with no way to resupply—it'd hardly bear thinking about, except that she must think about it, in order to avoid it.
"I'm getting some help trying to get a handle on this and... other gifts of mine. This one's proven a little harder to manage, though, I can't—"
She cuts herself off with a huff, and visibly refocuses. The Captain of the Watch doesn't want excuses or complaints, she wants to know the situation is under control.
"I'll keep trying, Captain. And," more hesitantly, now, but equally as sincere, "I'm sorry for the intrusion. I didn't really get anything, if it helps. Only purposeful, direct communication really gets through."