Sidonie smirked, as much time as she needed. Probably enough time to bring a good party back to the castle – if there were Danaan still there Sidonie would make sure they all perished. Feeling his hand brushing her hair out of her face and behind her ear before sliding down her arm to her hands. It was slightly strange to find comfort outside of her normal circle, usually it was in her gardens. Her beloved gardens were probably destroyed as well as the last gardens belong to her mother. She felt sadness again but it was soon replaced by anger.
“Keeping moving East?” She lifted her head from her shoulder to look at him, “It does sounds rather lovely. When war isn’t on my doorsteps I will take you up on that offer.” She promised and leaned and kissed his cheek before pulling back. “Right now I think we need a plan.” Touching her forehead where her gash was now bandaged – she didn’t look like she was ready for battle. And the fact she was not skilled in hand to hand compact. The air in the room started to die down and the purple in her eyes started to disappear. Balance.