Cyrdic bit into an apple, watching their exchange. He could understand Ricardo not wanting to see Camilla in harms way. But one of the reasons Camilla had caught his attention was that she got in and out of danger with the same flair he had come to expect. She was a warrior, whether she realized it or not. 

"No arguing with her, eh?" Cyrdic asked Ricardo, biting into his apple again. His next words were muffled by the fruit. "Pick your battles." 
[hr] 

The Imperial felt a bit of trepidation going onto these roofs in the cover of darkness. The sea was in the distance, the coastal breeze filling his nostrils as he stumbled about on the unfamiliar thatching of the Marienburg roofs. It reminded him of night raids he had conducted on Nordland shores, only he was far less sure-footed now than he had been, then. He tried to remind himself that Ricardo was his ally just as a fellow soldier was, but for some reason that was hard to convince himself of. 

Cyrdic halted with the Tilean as Camilla's graceful and powerful form leaped across the street with a practiced ease. He marveled at her too, and he felt his heart warm at the woman he could call his lover. But when Ricardo spoke of it, he felt the heartstrings in his breast coil a bit too tightly, and he didn't enjoy the marvel in Ricardo's voice. 

Visibly, he had to keep himself from saying anything out of turn. He had to remind his himself that Camilla trusted him, and the two of them needed all of the help they could get. But the lack of private time with her, and Ricardo's...familiarity with Camilla he had never asked about out of respect for her was bringing anxious thoughts to his head, and a certain jealousy gnawing at him. 

"She's perfect where she is, I think." Cyrdic said, doing his best not to sound possessive. "We better catch up." He continued after a pause between them.
[@Penny]