Stone gave Wil a sideways glance, just a short one, after he nudged her. What, so it’s a praiseworthy thing to go into battle now? Still, she wondered, what would a young thief, who’s only been on one errand, do in her place? Instead of mentally making a deal of it, the dark haired youth pushed it aside and allowed herself to be grateful.
Turning her thoughts toward the situation at hand, Stone spoke to the EKP member—a samurai?
“It’s nothing. If I could afford phoenix down, I woulda brought some,” the girl offered. Though, to be honest, Stone wasn’t so sure she’d so readily waste such an expensive commodity on someone she didn’t know, an adult, and a member of the EKP, no less. But hey, kind words get you in good graces faster than ignoring pleas for help.
At least it wasn’t technically a lie—if she had phoenix down, there’s no way she would’ve forgotten it. Not that Stone cared about lying.
When Wilcar, Altair, and Arielle offered their prognoses of the situation, both of the EKP woman’s comrade and their own, she concurred. “Yeah, we should really go, you know. Places to see, people to meet. It’s all very concise," ‘If that’s the right word.’ Stone was never good with the words of the upper crust.