Kirsten had even less subtlety than Yvonne herself, and that's saying something with how brutish the mercenary could be at times. She felt like it's a shame. The Delving daughter could've been a well-respected warrior, but instead she's reduced to playing maid for someone who gave no regard to her talents.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Just a mercenary, ma'am. I let the thinkers do the thinking, yeah?"[/color][/b] Replied Yvonne coyly, suppressing a wince as the klutz grabbed her injured arm. Bloody hell, that hurts!

[b][color=#a4161a]"Not a literal leash, silly!"[/color][/b] Then, leaning closer, the voice took into a low whisper as an eye kept trained on Silas. Admiral's still making some speech, he likely wont pay attention this direction yet. [b][color=#a4161a]"He had you tied up to him so tight, he'd drag you down to the deep end with his ambition. For your own sake, darling, [i]get away[/i]."[/color][/b]

Then she's back to normal with the confident bravado, as if the little warning had never been said at all.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Blood ties ain't everything, yeah? Duke Rosenving can probably attest to that."[/color][/b] Power really had their way to worm into someone's head, didn't it? Why would these powerful men ruin themselves to show off, to reach for more? Life could've be much simpler. Oh well, at least that means there's job aplenty. [b][color=#a4161a]"That right there is Chounan, supposedly left the knight order for an undisclosed reason a while back. Why dont you say hi, Chowder?"[/color][/b]