[color=0072bc] “Miss Eilis.  I am not sure if you were aware but for a second just now, I saw a memory of yours.”  He said his words slowly, with clear hesitation.[/color]

The look Eilis gave him spoke of the clear distress and terror in it. It was quite certain from the look on her face that she had not intended the action. Though her hands trembled slightly, a silent indicator of her fear and worry. She allowed Arn to continue, not sure what she should say anymore. She quite trusted Arn, but to have an unintentional mindmelt was something else entirely. She tried to calm her panicking mind as she listened on.

[color=0072bc]“From what you have told me, and what I have seen and heard.  Your affinity for magic is quite strong.  I don’t believe the Viemese were targeting the refugee vessels by chance.  If I was them, and a person as valuable as you was trying to flee to my enemy’s hands, I would be concerned”[/color]  he sighed and instinctively place another hand on hers comforting and protectively.  [color=0072bc]“I fear that Belisio may act rashly in having such an asset be found in their midst.”[/color]  He gave her hand a pat. 

[color=0072bc]“We must not reveal your true identity to many.  Though I fear we may not have much success seeing as you single handedly saved a whole ship of refugees but we should try to keep your abilities as secret as possible.”[/color]

She swallowed and nodded. 
[color=f49ac2]"Arn, I am grateful for your aid and counsel." Her voice turned colder, more resolute almost spiteful as she continued. "But you're wrong, I am a nobody and I doubt I would be of much use to anyone. I am no fighter and I certainly am not fit to be a battle mage. I will not be a weapon."[/color] There was no anger directed towards Arn as she said this, but the bitterness in the way she spoke these words it was almost as if she did so to convince her own mind and heart of it.
[color=f49ac2]"As far as I am concerned I would be happy being simply Eilis the refugee. You needn't even mention I'm a mage. I don't want any 'special treatment', for there is always a price you have to pay for it. And I am not quite sure I am willing to pay that price."[/color] She said before she squeezed into Arn's hand.
[color=f49ac2]"But promise me something Arn..."[/color] She asked as she softly continued.
[color=f49ac2]"Should 'certain people' ever come for me...Don't let them take me back. Kill me."[/color] She demanded with a clear calm in her voice. Almost as if this particular thought did not frighten her at all.
[color=f49ac2]"Better that it be you than them. But kill me, I promise I won't even struggle."[/color] She vowed looking into the direction of where his voice came from.
[color=f49ac2]"I'd rather die then go back. Death would be a mercy in comparison."[/color] She told him.