He's not wrong. It's always her blood that's the difficulty, not her magic.
Raine considers what he says, expression grave. "Freedom, yes," she says finally. "But retaining hold of one's own freedom does not and should not extend to binding others. That, at least, should be possible to change." But the argument is a moot point, academic, since she doesn't have his experience of his world, and certainly can't lend him Lloyd to casually rip down social barriers. She sighs, and shakes her head, regretful.
He's polite, too. Raine gives him another thoughtful look. "I'm often needed, yes," she says, acknowledgement of her uses without much ego. "It would be nice to have company, however, especially since I myself am not much good in a fight alone." Healer. But she leaves the invitation at that, an implied thing.
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Raine considers what he says, expression grave. "Freedom, yes," she says finally. "But retaining hold of one's own freedom does not and should not extend to binding others. That, at least, should be possible to change." But the argument is a moot point, academic, since she doesn't have his experience of his world, and certainly can't lend him Lloyd to casually rip down social barriers. She sighs, and shakes her head, regretful.
He's polite, too. Raine gives him another thoughtful look. "I'm often needed, yes," she says, acknowledgement of her uses without much ego. "It would be nice to have company, however, especially since I myself am not much good in a fight alone." Healer. But she leaves the invitation at that, an implied thing.