[He was far too real. What a vexing problem she had on her hands. He existed, and he would try to shield her, and protect her, save her as if she were meant to be saved, or more importantly, wanted to be.

She'd have to show him how far she would go some day. All he had was a dream and a sight of her trying to find her wings.]

I would have to be enchanted in the first place, Sion Astal. Would it surprise you if I said I am not easily moved?

[That being said, however, her eyes draw upon his sword, his shoulders. The former would be good for a practical lesson, but the jewels that adorn him so...

Her eyes narrow, before they relaxed.]

The other. I don't recall that being on you. Is it another weapon perhaps?

[Such finery doesn't seem to suit him. Oh it does, in appearance, but personality, he seems...far more low key when it comes to what he would wear.]