[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E395B2]Colette de La Fontaine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/alJBIiG3D5EZO/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=E395B2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Kitchen
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English[/center][hr]

The food was brought out before her and, much like she imagined, it wasn't anything spectacular. But she was hungry so anything food related looked appetizing at the moment. She almost dove in before she remembered that, despite the circumstances, she was still a lady. And to that end, before she could answer the man's question, Fyror spoke up. She was a bit surprised as she seemed to think the man had gone mute, but he answered. What fascinated her was that his gaze was on her even though he answered the man. She met his gaze with an amused one of her own. He spoke of the man Colette had met before. The man Fyror talked about and the one she met on her own seemed like two different people, but Colette knew all too well.

Hell, if she had gone through with the marriage proposal, she may very well be in Millicent's shoes. Unable to break away, unable to do much on her own without the approval of her husband. Fearful for every night in the same bed, dabbing make-up on her face to hide tear stains and bruises. She was lucky and, it seems after her talk with the captain, even luckier.

Once Fyror was finished, she started to eat. [color=E395B2]"As Monsieur Kildragon has said, [b]we[/b]"[/color] she highlighted the word, [color=E395B2]"are on a rescue mission. Hopefully one we will continue quickly."[/color] She did not know what Fyror had intended, but she was not some pretty wallflower there. She had every intention of seeing this through, with or without him. She owed it to Millicent as well as herself. And any other woman for that matter.