_"Yer fine Marianne, I ain't gon' tell ye how ta live yer life. We get there, great, if not, ach, who's countin? I ain't, sure a' sure. Might want to watch yer quick draw there, don' wan' enter a tent and get toasted, aye?"_

“Oh good,” Marianne said with relief, slowly rubbing her cheek onto Jacob’s arm in some twisted show of affection. “I was afraid I’d offend you or something like that. I can’t go around side tracking my friends. Though if you’re fine with it, then I’m, glad all the same.”

Hearing Jacob’s unease of closeness did not deter the Dark Mage from moving away. If anything, she brought herself closer to the tactician while keeping a dead gaze on Meline. It would take some time to readjust to that particular friend. Still, if Jacob was easy to forgive, then so would she. Catching the Archer’s gaze, she nodded in more apology before turning her attention back to her fearless leader.

_"How about I join you in barracks, we can all meet then I have dinner to attend with the Exalt and Isacc."_

“Dinner? Oh, that sounds absolutely delightful!” Marianne said, practically hugging the Champion’s arm now, though she did lighten her grip a little. “We can have a feast with everyone! But, um, I have a question my fearless leader.”

She looked up at Jacob with wide, curious eyes.

“Will human be on the menu tonight?”