Siora listened to Danny's words, her eyes narrowing slightly as she weighed each one. His cynicism wasn’t unexpected, nor was his casual bravado, but it did little to ease the knot of suspicion tightening in her chest. She’d seen too many smooth talkers in her time, and while Danny had certainly saved her, she wasn’t about to let her guard down just because he wore a roguish smile.
She kept her distance, subtly shifting her weight, ready to move if she had to. The way Danny stepped closer had set her on edge, his sharp eyes reminding her of a predator sizing up potential prey. But she wasn’t about to play the part of a frightened rabbit. Her hand moved, ready to reach for the dagger in her boot, a reminder to both him and herself that she wasn’t defenceless.
She paused, considering his offer to take her somewhere safer. It was tempting, the idea of not having to look over her shoulder every second, but trust was a luxury she couldn’t afford right now. She was already navigating a city alone, and the last thing she needed was to fall into someone else’s game from escaping Bastien’s.
She took a breath, letting her tension ease just a little.
Her gaze flicked to the alley's entrance, the shadows stretching longer as the night deepened.
She wasn’t about to follow him blindly, but if Danny knew the city as well as he seemed to, a bit of guidance wouldn’t hurt. Still, she’d keep her eyes open, her hands ready to snatch her blade.
@Danny
Maybe I’m just not used to good fortune,she replied, her tone cool but not ungrateful.
Or maybe I’ve learned that luck usually comes with strings attached. And in a place like this? Strings can get tangled pretty quickly.
She kept her distance, subtly shifting her weight, ready to move if she had to. The way Danny stepped closer had set her on edge, his sharp eyes reminding her of a predator sizing up potential prey. But she wasn’t about to play the part of a frightened rabbit. Her hand moved, ready to reach for the dagger in her boot, a reminder to both him and herself that she wasn’t defenceless.
And as for that soft spot of yours,she continued, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm,
I’d be careful where you show it, someone might take a fancy to it.
She paused, considering his offer to take her somewhere safer. It was tempting, the idea of not having to look over her shoulder every second, but trust was a luxury she couldn’t afford right now. She was already navigating a city alone, and the last thing she needed was to fall into someone else’s game from escaping Bastien’s.
Appreciate the concern, but I’ve been looking after myself for a while now,she said, her tone firm.
I’ll manage. Besides, sticking close to someone who seems to enjoy a good scrap might bring more trouble than I’m ready for.But even as she said it, she knew she wasn’t in a position to turn down every bit of help that came her way. Kirkwall was unforgiving, and she’d learned quickly that survival often meant making choices you didn’t like. Still, she wasn’t about to make any hasty decisions.
She took a breath, letting her tension ease just a little.
Siora,she offered finally, her voice softer now, though still guarded.
And I’ll remember your name, Danny. Not sure if that’s a good thing yet, but I guess time will tell.
Her gaze flicked to the alley's entrance, the shadows stretching longer as the night deepened.
If you really want to help, point me to a tavern or place where I can lie low for a bit. Somewhere quiet, where people don’t ask too many questions. I’ve got enough of those following me as it is.
She wasn’t about to follow him blindly, but if Danny knew the city as well as he seemed to, a bit of guidance wouldn’t hurt. Still, she’d keep her eyes open, her hands ready to snatch her blade.
@Danny
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