Nahla blinked as she took in what she had done. She wasn't some dashing hero, it seemed that that lanky girl whose bag was dripping with paint had, for the moment, prevented the conflict herself. Wait, paint? Eh, she could think more about that later. For now, the reckless courtesan simply shuffles back by the pillar. Maybe... maybe Gimi would be back soon and Nahla would escape before these girls remembered she was there. Or maybe they'd lose interest! Whatever the case, Nahla was simply relieved that the situation hadn't turned drastic and that she hadn't had to show off her total lack of prowess with her blade as an actual weapon, even if her performance was a bit clunky and unnecessary in execution.

"s-sorry..." Nahla mumbled as she noted the apparent artist's anger at her attempt to intervene. Sweat beaded across her forehead as she noted the imposing figure of Silsila Om glancing back in her direction. She redirected her gaze back to the woman Nahla was unaware was the thief queen, but Nahla needed to get down. She thought this nerve-wracking but exciting, but now, there was no importance to this. She was at a dizzying height with no means of getting down, brandishing a sword she didn't know how to wield at another person, and Grace-of-Heaven-

[i]Oh Almighty.[/i]

Nahla had been so wrapped in being up here, in this moment, with Gimi, with this fight, she leaked the true identity of her companion! Laying on this rooftop, Nahla tried to steady the ungodly degrees of vertigo looking down as she searched the streets below for Gimi or for Grace-of-Heaven's presence. If the former were nowhere to be found, Nahla would be in trouble, but if the latter were in trouble, this trip would be the undoing for the both of them! Foolish Nahla, why did she go first?! Why did she abandon her lady, she should never have left her side, just to be on a rooftop with some unwashed teasing street urchin! If she wanted to do something that mattered, she would've stay at Grace's side!