With a simple roll of her eyes, Marmalade went back to ignoring Armond, focusing her attention on cleaning the weapon. It was something she had done time and time again. It came as naturally to her as swinging the blade. Of course, while slicing through something was far more enjoyable than cleaning it, sacrifices had to be made. The blade reflected a perfect image of her face. She was so focused, she didn't notice when Jerus fell out of his chair.

Her scythe was now squeaky clean and she had nothing to do. It was unlike her to get bored, but it was still pouring rain out. Lazily, her eyes wandered the cabin, landing on Jerus. His whole aura read "Annoyed". She raised an eyebrow at his back. It was then her tired brain registered that Caelyn had asked to speak to her and Veragwen in private. Marmalade nodded at Caelyn, acknowledging that they would talk later. She also made a mental note to talk to the girls about Jerus. She knew they didn't quite trust him yet, but if they were to travel with Armond, they may need his help to keep their secret safe.

Marmalade looked at Veragwen as she offered her question to Armond. Her gaze switched to the noble, waiting for a response.
"Its possible, since the spirits choose someone worthy of using them. Good or evil. Some may not want to help you. Will you force them to join you?"