It didn't matter to her how long he had waited at the docks all those years ago; the only thing she was focused on was the fact that he had spun her into the arms of a stranger and had run out without waiting for her to say anything.  Had she been given the option, she would have liked to have gone with him on his mission.  It did not matter now, however, as that was all in the past.  No matter the reason for their reconnecting, be it fate indeed or merely coincidence, she had done what she'd felt like doing and was ready to put it all behind her now.

As they walked along the promenade, she gave a sideways glance.  Everendall didn't much care for anyone; it was just the way he was.  She didn't think he had any particular grudge against Dalious.  If anything, she thought he might actually like the man if they sat down for a conversation considering the pirate had been the one to save her life.  But, it was hard to ignore the palpable tension that had formed in the room once it was out there that the two of them knew one another.  “He wanted me to stay,” she said with a slight frown, not knowing whether he'd been so adamant about her not going because he knew the true threat already or he was simply doing his best to try to keep her safe.  Their relationship was a complicated one, unable to stay away from one another for too long, however, Everendall had made his choice long ago—and that choice meant she wasn't his to try and protect.  

With a huff of amusement, she turned towards him.  “You will protect me?” she asked, an arched brow.  That was humorous.  There was no doubt in her mind Dalious could hold his own—she'd seen that with her own eyes—but she was more than capable of taking care of herself.  Though she did not say it out loud, there was a smirk on her face and a questioning look as if he truly believed what he was saying; she had the feeling she would end up being the one to protect them.

“I'm not looking to become a legend,” the woman frowned.  After seeing what attention brought her, all she wanted was to remain in anonymity.  It was one of the things she loved about being with the elves.  No one cared that she was a malignant here or that she wielded powerful magics.  She was only known because of the rumors that circulated around the palace about the king and his mistress and she could do without those as well.  

Feigning a pout when he prevented her from using fire magic, she held her palm in front of her asking, “How about this?” before directing a stream of water in his face.  Fire was not the only element she knew how to control now.  

They stopped at the water fall, the pristine water droplets sparkling like diamonds as they fell.  “I suppose,” she stated.  Having spent years in the elven kingdom, she was accustomed to the setting by now, but she could remember the awe she felt when she'd arrived and how beautiful she'd found everything.  Her favorite things had been the trees with their different color hues radiating off of them.  The place was magical and found it suited her well.  

“Yes,” she replied, beaming as he asked about her abilities.  Living with her mother, they had to keep their powers hidden, practicing out in the middle of the forest away from prying eyes.  They had to pretend they were just like everyone else which meant she had to attend school with the other children and learn what they taught.  Here with the elves, her studies focuses purely on magic and she had learned for more in her short time here than most non-elves had in their entire lives.  

But that was all she would say on the matter.  Ten years was a long time and she didn't need to reveal everything she knew to him in case he turned out to be an enemy.