Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
"It would be my pleasure." Somehow, the idea of escorting Ari somewhere wasn't terribly bothersome, in fact, it even seemed a bit pleasant. Not that Aspel minded walking with people places, or going out on ventures, but it wasn't something that she regularly thought about as simply enjoying taking a casual stroll with another person with no particular purpose that wasn't aimed at a goal of her own. How... Odd.
"Mm." Was the simple response, confirming Ari's ability and offering to lock up the backroom and the shop. When the bard reached out, a finger running where pain had been earlier, it brought a strange level of comfort and ease. The touch was... oddly tranquil and Aspel's eyes closed, face shifting to lean into the touch if allowed.
When the hand removed, it seemed to jerk Aspel back. A low grunt was given, eyes opening again. "Good evening to you Ari," Aspel wetted her lips and then cleared her throat. "and rest well." Pausing a moment she would wait for Ari to make it down a few steps before the smith moved back, slowly shutting the door before resting her forehead against it.