Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
While Aspel had only a vague inkling of the stiffness, her mind still partly groggy with the lure of sleep, the sudden feel of the weight on the side of her bed leaving shook her enough for eyebrows to furrow. As curious as Ari could be, she tended not to stand suddenly, unless it was to head off into some grand adventure. How.... Odd.
A brief squeeze would be given to the bard's hand before it was well out of her reach and her eyes would follow the other woman. Had something gone awry? If it had though, then what? It would seem unusual for it to be anything that had been said as Ari had admitted to enjoying adoration of her fans and on some level, Aspel was still that. Even if these private performances may be a step above that of a simple fan. No, that wouldn't make much sense.
Not that the other had begun to pick up her instrument, Aspel would, with a grunt, sit up. Catching Ari's words brought a deep desire to remark on how she always tried to remember, in full color and tone, the things she would miss most when gone, but the thought was shooed away. This was not a place, or time, for such morbid commentary and Ari certainly did not need to be burdened with an old smith's foolish thoughts, regardless of how much truth they might hold.
"It is an impressive and finely tuned instrument, I see no reason to forget." 'Yet she would be best to forget me.' Vile thoughts would seem to haunt Aspel this eve. "Of course." Pausing a moment Aspel wetted her lips before bowing her head, in preparation to stand. "As you wish." A low grunt would be given as the smith stood and would move to show Ari out.