Ysaryn chuckled when he caught on, raising her shoulders indifferently. "[i]They don't know either. Even if its clear to others, I think.[/i]" she grinned at him, tucking her hands in the warm sleeves. "[i]I also like your hair. Many of you have just jeweled hair.[/i]"

As he told her to wait, she fell quite grinning wickedly when he returned with wine. "[i]I am a fool, then.[/i]" she sipped hers, nodding her head in thanks. "[i]I am calm in the nights and days before. Speculating does no good. When the fight is before Mexican the smell of blood and adrenalin in the air, that's when I feel it. But not nerves, as much as eagerness.[/i]"

Her eyes roamed his face when he mentioned wanting rest. Part of her took it literal, and she checked him for wariness. "[i]Perhaps I will demand this tour you compromised me when we win. And you can show me how an Amrian warrior relaxes.[/i]"