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[bladesdarkandlight]

(Continuation of this.)

[Amh Araeng had been rough, in more ways than one. Storge had been a nightmarish fight, until she'd figured out how to read its attacks, leaving her hurting even before absorbing its Light. Now...now her mind is racing, and she needs anything to focus on other than the pain of the Lightwardens' aether trying to corrupt her own, and yet the others are insistent that she stay put and rest. And so she sighs, tossing her tomephone onto the bed next to her as Selene flits around her. The little fairy is doing her best to help with the lingering bruises and scrapes from the mines, but those aren't what worry her.

...And on top of that, she'd probably acting too comfortable with Emet-Selch again. She probably shouldn't have issued that challenge, but she can't help but find him endearing in ways she can't quite explain. Well, too late now.]

If nothing else...I was looking for a distraction.

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[unnecessaryflourishes]

[There's a pause, and a sigh, and then - with something like resignation - he takes a seat in the space she's left for him.]

We may not have known war. But that hardly means there was no use for such skills as would now be considered to be solely for the purposes of combat.

[bladesdarkandlight]

[She should probably be nervous with him so close, but somehow...it almost feels comforting. Her fairy flits around, before settling to sit on Emet's shoulder.]

What, are you saying your perfect world still had shite like monsters running around?

[unnecessaryflourishes]

[His gaze flicks to the fairy as she settles on his shoulder, but apart from a faint frown he says nothing about it. As long as all it does is sit he has little complaint with it.]

Nothing so crude. But to create as we did was no easy task - nor was every creation ultimately deemed suitable.

[bladesdarkandlight]

[Sit and dangle her little feet. Aelienor's own eyes flick to Selene, but...she'll just try to ignore it.]

So you still needed someone to deal with the ones what turned out too dangerous to keep around. I don't know...still sounds like I wouldn't have been needed very often.

[unnecessaryflourishes]

Surely you have other capabilities? One hardly becomes a historian by fighting.

[Even if the later is what she is most commonly called on for.]

[bladesdarkandlight]

My thesis was about the similarities between the rise of the Garlean Empire and the rise of Allag, and the difference what might have been made if'n Garlemald had known what they were fucking with. Not much for a war historian to study in a world without war.

[She shrugs, then turns to give him a pointed look.]

Though, gotta say...been a good feeling to have so many of my thesis points validated.

[unnecessaryflourishes]

Even a war historian must, by the nature of their craft, be something of scholar. And there was any of a number of places where such skills were prized.

[They might not have been anything he had been inclined to do, and he isn't entirely certain she would find it fulfilling besides. But it is a possibility.]

Or perhaps you would be better served by being one of the rare few who chose a life of exploration.

[As indeed, had been the very thing she had been charged with, once upon a time, when she had yet been whole.]

That said, I suppose I am glad to have proven your theories in regards to both Allag and Garlemald.