Sometimes, Axley hated life. When her home and family burned before her very eyes and left her alone, near penniless, and adrift in the sea of fate. When she was homeless in the Imperial Ruins before meeting Sparrow, begging for a living and having nothing but her blade and lute to her name. And right now, being forced to accept that her once-home and treasured place in her heart was being destroyed at the whim of some asshole who decided the lives of those within simply didn't matter. Those were the times Axley truly despised the cards she had been dealt. But unfortunately...she couldn't simply ask for a redeal. She would have to play them the only way she truly knew how.

She could feel the eyes of Cillia on her as she watched the exchange of money take place. At least the man was being charitable and giving them a chance...though part of that made her angry as well. Simply flaunt money at a problem, and suddenly everything was better. That was her father's way of thinking as well; he may have been doing it with the right intentions, but it still left a sour taste in her mouth. Regardless...it was clear she was simply not winning this fight. Moreover, the last thing she wanted to do was set off the woman beside her. If she were to decide the man deserved hate...there was no telling what might happen.

With a defeated sigh, Axley hung her head for a moment before folding her arms. "Looks like I don't have any option but to agree." She spoke as though it were her [i]own[/i] livelihood being taken from her, her own home being uprooted. At times, it truly felt that way. Even as Sparrow turned to them and he thanked them for their presence...Axley felt somewhat useless. "I don't exactly have a ton of space, but I can take at least a few people in in interim. It's the least I can do." It was also the [i]most[/i] she could do, but details were in the eye of the beholder, she supposed. She grumbled to herself. "Honestly, after this, I'm not in the mood to go serenading. I'm probably going to go stuff my face in some diner tonight." Axley liked to eat her frustrations away. Luckily, she was not frustrated often, but for tonight she'd likely be eating something very large and expensive. 

For now, though...she needed to give Sparrow what help she could. She moved to the streets with the rest of the small group, sighing defeatedly once more. Now she needed to help Sparrow move...at least to maintain some level of usefulness. What a terrible day...even though Sparrow was probably feeling it tens of times worse than she was.