Thais frowned at the sudden shock the girl had. She hadn’t expected such a response. Her automatic assumption was not that the girl would think highly of the templars. It was a strong reminder that not everyone from the tower had the same Libertarian foundation that she did. She pushed her braid back.
Collecting her items together, she set them to the side of her bedroll. Weariness was taking over her now. She began to shrug in response automatically before Ashya’s question even finished.
The woman raised her eyebrows, “Who matters to me?” She repeated, the surprise at the question clear, “Well, not the templars that’s for certain.” The woman prepared her blanket, putting it over her legs, “What about you, Ashya, who matters to you?”