[She nods, but her eyes are on him, watching him quietly. She had thought she had seen weapons that were completely...odd, if not strange in their entirety. An oar, her own shawl. But one that had no defensive or offensive ability whatsoever...

Isn't that why weapons existed in the first place? Unless it was meant, as a form of support, an arrow for the bow.

Which soon comes to light, literally in this case, what it can do initially. Her eyes widen, and water, but she does not look away. Even if it hurts, she refuses to. What she feels...it's almost a twisted kind of revulsion. It's as if that light is supposed to purify. But if it did such a thing...there would be nothing left of her.]

Are my passions so curious? Ha. I'm sure there are others that feel the same.

[But did he seriously just float like he was supposed to be divine and...Caren blinks, her eyes smarting from the light being so close.]

You're offering to...no, you're not. No. You cannot be serious.

[She bristles at him. She would be light and delicate in his arms, barely any weight at all. But from the look of her, she was not about to make it easy for him to be romantic in the least.]