The honesty of Roran's answer was disarming, but to Elsas scheming mind, it still counted as a victory. She had not joined the fight with the intention of saving the girl, but if she held herself as indebted to Elsa, it was only a good thing. That would ensure...ensure what? For a moment she examined her own thoughts, confused as to where they had been leading. It suited her better to be in this girls good graces, but Roran owning her a debt was hardly useful to her. Sternly Elsa reminded herself that she was only staying because dark-haired Savio har ordered her to do so. She wasn't out to make friends, she thought, frowning unseeingly at her own hands.
"Think nothing of it," she said at last, voice lighter than her thoughts had been. Arranging her skirts neatly around her legs, Elsa folded her hands graciously in her lap, waiting. The notion that she might help out never crossed her mind. When Brynn returned, she smiled at him again, without speaking. Immersed in her own thoughts, she sat quietly until Roran spoke again. "A bond of blood is not determined by the amount, only the strength," she shrugged, vaguely uneasy speaking about family when she herself could not remember hers. "If you regard him as your brother, anything else matters little."
The last comment came as the greatest shock, stunning Elsa into thoughtful silence. It didn't matter what she had decided herself, when Roran was suddenly making an issue of the debt between them. Frowning at her, smooth, pale face marred by the hard expression, Elsa was at a loss at what to say. She wished for little else in the world, but to regain her lost memories, but she could hardly tell Roran that. Her sharp mind won out in the end, something inside her urging her to speak the words she did. "If you think so, and have no other idea of how to repay me," she said slowly, foreign voice serious. "Then I guess you just have to own me a favour."