"Hey, hey now. None of that." Kalaya replies, settling down next to her and placing her own hand on Dima's back. The two of them watch the river for a while in a silence that's only broken by the occasional sniffle and the lapping of water on the shore.

"Tell me about what's wrong." she says, after a while. "You're among your sisters here, and I'd like to help."

"Besides." She chuckles ruefully. "I'm pretty sure you're not the [i]worst [/i]knight ever - I mean, I'm heading to the conclave because I accidentally-kind-of-on-purpose stabbed Ushua."

"... It's a long story involving a barge, a witch and magic, but I'd rather hear yours first, if you're willing to share?"

[Rolling to give emotional support - 4 + 6 + 0 = [b]10[/b]]

Looking at Dima, she couldn't help feel something clench at those last words. The 'Daughter of the Dominion; ... Red Wolf's prints were on this again and Kalaya knew that whatever Dima may have thought, this situation was a calculated outcome. She'd wait to hear the story, but it was most likely this knight had only been duped. Tricked. Forced or tipped to do something that only hurt herself and the Kingdoms.

[i]Just like me.[/i]

At that thought, Kalaya felt a few vestiges of worry drain away. Whatever apology she owed Ushua, and she probably owed her at least a small one for the whole stabbing thing, she wouldn't shy from her criticism of the older knight. What she had done on the barge had been [i]wrong[/i], but Ushua had only contributed to the whole mess through her reckless aggression.

[Clearing Insecure]