Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Another point to fight, but perhaps a fight left for a different, and better, time. Thankfully, Aspel's tendency to be quiet would benefit her here.There was no nod, no grumble or grunt of confirmation, simply silence in response to the first point. Though, when the... Rather dragged out sentence was finished, a low "Mm." would come forth from closed mouth and furrowed brow. Apparently, at least, she wasn't making Ari unhappy? For whatever that was worth in this moment. The thought of 'If I ever do, it is my own ignorance.' was kept nothing more than a thought, a desire to speak withheld.
All the smith could manage to muster once again was a low "Mm." regarding Ari's response about how she did not make promises, but the fact that she also was not done with the situation with which they currently found themselves partaking. A small piece of Aspel wanted to point out how such a notion could be classified as promise in of itself, that the bard was not done with the situation at this time, and would continue until she had found a satisfactory end... Whatever that was. Yet, is Ari was unsure of promises, making and receiving, it seemed a foolish and stupid thing to point out. Once more, silence was her friend.
A nod and a third "Mm." was given. Aspel wondered if perhaps... All of the speaking just moments before had rendered her incapable of speech at this point, could she manage to actually say a word? Or would pointless and obscene babble produce if she attempted once more? The situation was... Perhaps, the best outcome she could hope for and... Pushing hardly seemed a positive idea at the moment, even if the smith wished there was a way to do it without triggering whatever imagined beast of horrible outcomes felt like it was floating just over them at any given time.
Swallowing, her gaze dipped down, waiting to see if Ari would speak any further, it seemed like there may be more words but after an elongated silence, it seemed that nothing else would come. Pausing a moment longer, Aspel's head finally raised fully, lips parting. "That is all I ask." The words were gentle, low, allowing room for interpretation or desire to run whatever way the other woman wanted it to, and the need, the burning desire to lean in for another kiss, to offer to walk Ari out the door was restrained. As much as she may want another moment of the other woman's time somehow, prolonging such awkwardness seemed less than ideal, or even remotely beneficial. "I trust you will lock the doors on your way out, no?"