the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
She observes quietly, indeed. Magnus tells her he does get enough sleep, and she smiles a bit but doesn’t continue to argue. Whatever he thinks is enough, she supposes. He seems alert enough now, though perhaps near the point that he should go and rest, but the black mare is much different. She looks tired, and Ilma wonders if it’s not just this night that she’s up; she seems more tired in the mental way, like perhaps this prank of her family like she said it was, is not the first one.
She receives a blatant stare at her question if this... damsel... even wants their help. She was right in her estimation then; someone to rather fix her problems on her own. But Salomea also shows restraint after that, and that she can appreciate.
Ilma has nothing much to add to Magnus’ explanation, so she gives him a nod as a thanks for his answering the quesion. ”If either of our homes aren’t a fit, we could introduce you to our allied lands as well.” she offers, or at least, that’s what she usually does. ”Either way, it is your choice, and for most lands, it’s just a matter of telling a recruiter or leader that you’re interested.” she tells the mare. ”Most kingdoms have rules about joining or climbing ranks, but you usually aren’t required to have one to live somewhere.”