Arc 0, Thread 2.1: Dark Days (Lyla)
Lyla waves a dismissive hand.
"Work is work. I'm lucky cause I already did my share of work. No need to apologize."
When he takes a hold of her hand, she is forced to focus her attention to him, raising her brows.
"whatever you wish to call this, it is far better than the other option, which is that I'd be in my broom closet moping over the deaths of those in battle and how incompetent I was, lacking in speed," she faces him with a determined look, laying her own other hand on his two. "Politicians should know about something's existence before making their mind about it. And you are right, I don't give a damn. In all fairness, if anything goes wrong, you are the one stuck thinking about it for an eternity, and that is somethin I don't want to happen.."
"..BUT.." She emphasizes. "I never say no before at least trying, especially when the cost is something I'm ready to pay for."
She turns her general direction more to him, tilting her head to the side.