Open Going Up

[Turrin]

Walking up to climbing wall, Turrin gazed up at the cliff. He knew that it would be a mistake to press himself and try for the top; however, he felt the fire in the pit of his soul start to burn, and he wondered if it was his mother's side calling to him. Laying a hand on a peg, Turrin gave the pretty young woman a questioning when she asked who the Goddess-Queen Myri was. A part of him wanted to tell her that she is the greatest of the gods in the heavens, but he didn't want to sound like a zealot. Turrin gave her a smile and said simply, “She is the queen of my soul, Syveris. If my goddess commanded me to fight and die for her, I would without a second thought.” OK, maybe the statement was kind of preachy especially for one of the godless Inarta, but he was a man of faith, and he wasn't going to hide for sake of saving face in front of the Inarta. As he watched and listened to the excitement in her eyes when he talked about his homeland. He hadn't know many Inarta to be accepting about cultures outside their own. He knew his mother tried to explain that the Inarta were just about as isolated Myrian in many ways, so it would explain there reluctance to accept outsiders into such a tight-nit society. Looking over at one of the more experienced climbers, Turrin noticed the young man seemed to be climbing up the wall without a rope. He knew that he had responsibilities to worry about, so he tied on of the loose ropes around his waist. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to tie it around his waist, so he looked at his instructor and asked with a nod, “I am not quite sure how to tie a rope for climbing. Do you know how?” The Endal stood there with a confused look as he held the rope. He knew that he wasn't going to climb very high, and he might look like a complete idiot doing it, but he knew that he wasn't going to die in a act of carelessness. It might be a fitting death for a Inarta, but it a humiliating death for Myrian. As a Myrian, he would die in battle or by a tiger in the jungle of Falyndar when he got to old to lift a weapon. Turrin said with a nod, “Yes, we will talk about it more later.” Turrin couldn't help himself and smile when he almost brought the young woman to tears when he offered her a ride on Aponivi. He knew riding a Wind Eagle was a life long dream of most Inarta, so he said with a smile, “No trouble, Syveris. Aponivi and I are going hunting after the lesson. If you like, I can take you to a place, so you can see the whole of our homeland. It is not to far from here.” Turrin gave her look and said softly, “I want to take you, Syveris. It would be experience that you will not forget your whole life.” Turrin gave her a wink and said with a smile, “Besides, Aponivi always teases me that he should have bonded a pretty Inarta woman with a likable personality. Instead of bonding with a stiff half-Myrian warrior. Who only smiles or laughs when he about to kill something.” Turrin knew that he was nothing like his description of himself, but he was trying to be funny. Since he wasn't really a people person, he was probably failing horribly at the moment. The warrior paused for a moment and said with a smirk, “We wouldn't want to crush his dream would we?”

[Syveris]

The questioning look Turrin gave her made Syveris blush a little. Well, by his explanation it sounded like she was the Goddess of his people. She couldn't never have guessed who she was. Syveris respected the Gods and Goddesses, but she didn't worship any of them, at least not yet. But she didn't thought nothing of those who did. People needed to drawn strength from different places, and some of them worshipped the Gods because of it.

She knew she must have been looking quite stupid in Turrin's eyes. Her ignorance about outsiders weren't too strange amongst Inarta, but most of them hid it well because they were not interested in knowing at all. Syveris was different, at least regarding some of the outsiders. She had thought Myrians would be some of those she would never want to know about, but Turrin was very different than what she expected a Myrian to be, even if they had only met. And as the Endal talked about his homeland, Syveris couldn't help but be curious. It seemed like a very exciting place to live.

Syveris almost panicked when she saw Turrin tie the rope on his waist. The Avora shook her head. "No, wait! You can't just tie it around your waist like that!" she was sure she sounded like she was scowling him, but in truth she was just afraid he would end up hurt really bad. She raised her hand, telling him to wait and run to the closest Inarta. It was a young man, and he was reluctant to lend Syveris his own gear, but as she pointed to the waiting Endal, the man growled and handed it to her.

"Ropes can be very dangerous." she explained, when she returned to his side, with the harness on her hands. She managed to calm down a little. "If you don't tie it tightly enough, the knot will undo when you fall. And if you tie it right, then there is the possibility that, if the fall is too great, you will end up breaking your ribs or even suffocating." she wished someone had told her that. Syveris remembering spending a great time on the Infirmary because she had broken her ribs the first time she tried to climb with a rope tied around her waist. Thankfully, she hadn't been too far up, and so the damage hadn't been that great. It still had been a lot of pain, and it was then that she decided to research more about climbing. "So you use a harness. It won't make climbing entirely safe, but it'll at least keep your bones intact."

Syveris showed the fabric she was holding. It was already prepared, with two loops for the legs, and Syveris only had to adjust it to fit the bigger Endal. Kneeling, she motioned for Turrin to raise his legs, passing his foot through the loops. Adjusting it once again, she secured the harness around the man's waist, tying it tightly. She had practiced it during her Yasihood, afraid that she would fall and break her ribs again. Actually, she now preferred to climb without the rope, even if that meant climbing only near ropes and only until a height she wouldn't die if she fell.

"Now, you tie the rope on the harness, and not on your waist. Also, see how this rope is very stiff?" she pulled the rope Turrin had chosen. "See how it doesn't stretch? This rope is used to help you climb up or down. If you want to tie a rope, look for one that stretches a little, so the fall won't have a great impact on your body." she tested another rope that was near, and nodded to herself. "Climb up a little so I can tie this rope on you." she waited until the Endal had done so, and tied the rope on the harness, securing it as much as she could.

The Avora hoped it was good enough. He wouldn't die from a 15 feet fall, but she didn't want to get hurt because of her. "If you feel like you're going to fall, grab the rope that is tied on you. It probably will keep you from falling, and it certainly will keep you from hitting your head." once she was sure he had understood, she walked away a little, so she could prepare herself for climbing.

When Turrin said it wouldn't be trouble, she smiled even broader. "Then of course I accept!" she couldn't hide the smile nor her happiness. The Avora was certain she would never forget it. Just the thought of the experience was enough to make her almost cry from happiness. However, she blushed a little when Turrin told her what Aponivi had said. Did that mean that the Endal find her both pretty and likeable? She decided to let it go. The Endal had probably not meant it that way.

When Turrin started to describe himself, Syveris frowned. Did he really think of himself to be like that? However, when he kept talking, Syveris understood he was probably just joking. "Of course not. To crush a Wind Eagle's dream would be a terrible thing to do." she chuckled. After smiling, grateful for the man's offer, Syveris looked up. "Well, ready to climb? Focus only on yourself. I'll be climbing less than you, so I will probably finish earlier, but climb as much as you want and have fun."

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[Turrin]

Looking at the harness, Turrin thought it was easy enough, but he was sure that he would struggle with it on his own. When she told him to left his legs, he follow her instruction without hesitation and asked in Nari, “Will all climbing harnesses be already made like this one?” He was curious because what if he needed to make one in the field. When the harness was tightly snug to his body, Turrin started to fell the difference in rope tension. He nodded to her slightly understanding what she meant, but he was still a bit confused on the difference. When she instructed him to climb up on the rock face, Turrin took hold two pegs with his hand and pulled himself up slightly to set his feet on the to lowest pegs. He might be only three feet off the ground, he held rock face for dear life. With his face to rock, Turrin said to Syveris with a laugh, “This feels very awkward right now, am I holding the rock to tightly?” When she finished tying the rope, Turrin looked over at her and said with a smirk of amusement, “You said probably in a sentence when you said the rope might keep me from falling. Hopefully Dira is asleep or not looking in my direction today.” He hoped the Avora knew that he had had faith that she instructed him to the best of her ability. Turrin smiled at her when she told him to climb, and using his right hand to stabilize him to the rock face, he reached up to the next peg above him with his left hand and took hold of it. Using his left hand to pull himself up, he reach out with his right hand and missed the peg. Looking down, he noticed peg above a foot above his right foot, so he stepped up with right foot and placed it onto the next highest peg. Turrin noticed that he was high enough to reach the next peg with his right hand, so he grasped onto it, pulled himself up, and felt around for a foot hold for his left foot. When he found it, he placed his foot on top of it, but he slipped off it because he didn't step evenly down on the peg. Turrin grunted as he clutched to the rock to keep from falling. Feeling his arm and shoulder muscles start to burn, the Endal rested for a a chime than he looked up and noticed two pegs horizontally next to each at the extent of his arm length. The closest pegs for his feet were two feet above his current footholds. Turrin contemplated if he could pull himself if he grabbed the two hand holds above him. He thought about for half a chime, reached up, and placed his hands on the pegs. Gripping the pegs with his hands, Turrin could feel his back muscles bulging as he slowly pulled himself up with his thick arms.

[Syveris]

"No, not always." Syveris answered the question, sending a quick glance to Turrin's face before focusing again on what she was doing. "Sometimes, the vendor might just sell just fabric, but if you ask them or some experienced climber, they can make one harness for you. While I do suggest you train how to make one of your own, I don't suggest you use your first attempts at a harness. I'm not sure they will safe."

When Turrin held the rock as if his life depended on it, even just slightly above the ground, Syveris had to chuckle at him. "Yes, you are. It will make your hands hurt, but if you feel safer this way..." she shrugged. It wasn't going to make him fall, so she didn't see much problem with holding tightly.

"Don't worry, I think Dira is nice with climbers." Syveris smiled, and shook her head. "That wasn't what I meant, though. It's just, you might still fall, but the rope won't let you reach the ground, so don't worry. And if you hold it, you might still fall if you're not holding tight enough, but you won't turn and hit your head on the Edge."

When Turrin began to climb, she followed, focusing on the feel of the rock beneath her hands. It still frightened her a little, the possibility she might fall and hurt herself, but at the same time it was a wonderful feeling, instantly sending a rush of excitement through her whole body. She climbed slowly this time, happy that she had found someone to climb with her. Grabbing a peg, she pulled herself up, feeling around to stabilize her feet. Once she had, Syveris reached with her hand once again, taking another peg and pulling herself up. She kept herself near the rope, so she could grab it as soon as she felt unsure about her balance.

When she reached around seven feet, she began to descend. She would climb again, of course, but she wouldn't go much far, because she didn't want to fall and get hurt. Once she reached the ground, she moved a little to the side, and began to climb up again. It was amazing, how the simply act of pushing her body up would make her feel such a pleasurable feeling. Smiling, she clung to the wall, before closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling. The Avora just stayed quiet for a moment, before sighing and going down once again.

When she was already almost touching the ground, her right foot slipped, and she felt the same strange coldness on her stomach that she always did when she was about to fall. Thankfully, almost all her weight was still on her other foot, and she was still holding the pegs. Her heart was pounding in her chest, though, and she waited a while for her to calm down, before she finally jumped back to the floor.

Looking up, Syveris smiled, watching Turrin. He seemed to be enjoying it, at least she hoped so. Cleaning her hands on her bryda, she found a place to sit down, so she could wait for the Endal to finish.

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[Turrin]

Turrin could feel his back muscles ripple and burn as he pulled himself up with just his arms. When he pulled himself two feet, he held himself there for a chime as he used his feet to find his foot hold. When his foot found the peg, he placed his foot on top of his and relaxed his now rubbery shoulder muscles. The Myrian looked over his shoulder and saw the Inarta already made it up and down wall, and she was now sitting on a rock watching him. The Myrian gave her a smile and said out loud in Nari to the young woman, “Luck is smiling on me today. Haven't fallen yet!” Looking up, he noticed there wasn't any pegs directly above him, but there was a couple pegs on his right side. However, they were out of range of his hands, but there was a foot peg only two feet away from his feet. Turrin stretched out his leg enough for his toes of his boot to touch the metal tip of the peg. He knew that he needed to get a few more inches, so he took hold of the right hand peg with both hands and did his best to place his foot on the peg. Suddenly, he stretched to much, lost his balance, and fell forward. As he fell, the Myrian grabbed the rope Syveris tied to him and swung off away from the cliff. He noticed the harness that she had him put on was supporting his weight, but as he swung backwards towards the cliff, his back hit the cliff, and fell slight burning sensation on his back as he dangled in the air. The Myrian knew that he wasn't seriously hurt, but Turrin could feel warm sticky liquid oozing slowly down his back. Turrin thought to himself, I must have scrapped my back when I hit the cliff. Oh well. At least, I didn't hit my head. Noticing the ground was a foot from the ground, Turrin was just dangling off the ground with no way to get his footing. He reached back to try to unhook the rope, but he couldn't reach it. He must of looked like a complete idiot dangling a foot over the ground. He gave Syveris a helpless look and said in Nari, “Can you help me get down? I guess my luck just failed me.” Turrin looked over and noticed another male Avora was just watching him with his arms crossed and with a look of annoyance on his face. Suddenly, he whirled on Syveris and said coolly, but not enough for Turrin to hear though, “Your Endal got my new harness all covered in blood. I know you want to impress the upper castes so badly, but you can use your other...” The Avora looked over Syveris body head to toe and said sharply with a smug look on his face, “...attributes instead of my harness!”

[Syveris]

She watched as the Endal struggled with the wall, and laughed at his comment. He sure was doing much better than her, the first time. It was nice, to simple watch other people climb, without trying to learn anything, and Syveris wondered why she had never done so before. Probably she was to eager to get back or to climb.

When she saw Turrin try to reach a peg that was way to far, Syveris got up, worried. "Turrin! Stop! You're going..." before the Avora could finish, he slipped, and fell. Her worry grew when she saw the Endal push himself away from the wall. Why did he push himself away from the wall? Shyke! her mind was racing, as she watched him swing away and back towards the wall. Syveris' eyes widened in horror when Turrin hit his back on the Edge, and she saw the blood.

"Turrin! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" she babbled, feeling guilty. She should have gotten someone better to instruct him. That way, he wouldn't have hurt himself. And he was Endal! He had a duty with Wind Reach, and what if he couldn't fulfill it because of her? Biting her lips, she ran towards the Edge, ready to help him down and apologize once more.

She barely noticed the Avora from whom she had borrowed the harness until he was just by her side, whispering nonsense to her. Syveris turned, sharply, ready to apologize and promise him she would buy another harness, but the rest of his phrase and the look the man sent her made her shut her mouth, pressing her lips and glaring at him with anger.

"How dare you?" she whispered, hate very clear in her tone. She didn't want to speak loud enough for Turrin to hear her, nor the Avora. "It's just a stupid harness! I can get you another one. There is no need to offend me!"

"I'm not offending you." the Avora answered, raising an eyebrow. He sent a quick glance to the Endal, and said, loudly this time, but looking at her, as if he wasn't aware of the other presence. "I'm sure he would appreciate it much more."

Syveris felt her face burn with embarrassement, and hoped Turrin wouldn't get what the man was saying. But he had said it, and he still had the smug smile on his face. Syveris growled at him, throwing a punch towards his mouth, just wanting the stupid smile to go away. However, just as her fist connected, she retreated. She shouldn't have done that. The man was also Avora, he wasn't of a lower caste, and worse, Turrin was still hanging. If she started a fight now, she wasn't sure if it would end very well, neither for her nor for the Endal.

"Look, I'm sorry, ok? I'll buy you another harness, and I'll make it up to you, so please, just leave me alone, alright?" she was whispering again, not wanting Turrin to hear that she was trying to talk her way out of a fight. She felt coward, and under normal circumstances, Syveris wouldn't have done it. However, she needed to help the Endal to get down as soon as possible, to see if the damage on his back had been bad.

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[Turrin]

Still dangling in the air, Turrin face grew dark when he saw Syveris and another man exchange heated words. Since they were both out of earshot, he couldn't quite make out what they were saying to each other. However, the man said something with a lustful gaze at the Syveris body than Syveris punched him in the jaw. It was a total blind side on her part, but Turrin smirked when she almost knocked the skinny man off his feet. The Myrian murmured to himself approvingly in common, “Good girl..” However, the long red headed hair man slowly stood up and yelled the Syveris through his blood stained teeth, “Leave you alone! You petching hit me, Dek Licker!” Wondering if the man was going to hit Syveris, Turrin started to loosen the straps on his legs, but the man started up again, “I would expect this kind of behavior from a Dek, but you aren't one of those dirty scavengers, or are you...?” The narrowed his eyes and said with a half smirk, “Unless you came from one? Yes that would explain your behavior. Your Dek-Born aren't you?” Turrin yanked at the strap, but the leather piece wouldn't budge under his weight. The Endal golden eyes looked up and caught the green eyes of the Avora staring back at him. Crossing his arms, the male shifted his gaze back to Syveris and said with a small laugh, “If I had to guess you were a product of a night of passion between your Dek mother and a upper caste. I heard the stories about attractive scavengers who use their gifts to entice upper caste men or women to accept them into their beds to escape the cold nights in the garbage pile...” Turrin started to grind his teeth at the spiteful words of the Avora. Syveris didn't deserve the insults thrown at her, but since this man can't beat her with fists, he will use words to grind her down. The grabbed hold on the loose end of the strap and pulled up on it. It wasn't budging, and the Endal was once again left dangling in the air. After a pause, the Avora continued his tirade, “So I am guessing that you are product of one of these unions, girl, and when your mother got what she wanted, a nice warm bed. She gave you away to the nursery to be raised by the city. In the end like all Dek-Born, you're just a loveless castaway like the garbage your mother used to sleep in!” Yanking on the leather strap, Turrin looked up at the angry Avora and growled, “You stay right there! You piece of bird Shyke!” The Avora nodded to Endal and said with a snort, “Why don't you just keep the harness Endal. Think of it as a present from me to you.” Turning his attention back to Syveris, the Avora said with a nod to Turrin, “Your warm bed awaits, girl.” The Avora picked up his things and walked away from the Syveris and Turrin. Enraged at the arrogance and the disrespect for Syveris, Turrin started to struggle in the harness like a bird caught in net. Feelings of rage filled his mind as he started to envisioning ripping off the head of Avora with his bare hands and punting it off the side of the mountain. Turrin golden eyes shifted to Syveris, and he knew even if she was Dek-Born. The young woman didn't deserve the accusations and insults hurled in her direction. Trying to yank on the leather strap again, the Myrian growled in frustration in Nari, “Damn you! Why won't you move? You piece of Shyke!”

[Syveris]

The man called her Dek licker, and Syveris felt the anger fill her body. She could always apologize to Turrin later, but she wouldn't let that stupid Avora insult her like that without doing anything. She growled, closing her hands into fists, and was ready to punch the man once more when he began to talk again. The question seemed more directed to himself than to her, but Syveris was astonished by it, anyway. How could he possibly think she was a Dek? Her clothes were way better than that, and she was clean! Maybe not so clean after she had climbed the Edge, but still, she wasn't dirty enough for her to be confused to a Dek.

She understood what he meant after he asked her if she was Dek born. It made her freeze, her heart clenching. It wasn't something that she liked to think about, because it wasn't something that should matter to anyone. "What if my mother was a Dek?" she asked, crossing her arms and trying to look imposing. In truth, she just wanted the man to stop talking and leave. "I'm Avora, now." and it was all that mattered, wasn't it? Apparently not, because the man laughed. He actually laughed at her! Somehow, that laugh carried everything that Syveris was ashamed of, and threw it on her face. It was humiliating. The fact that he wasn’t even bothering with who was listening to it also didn't help.

But the next part of his speech made her bit her lips, and the only reason she didn't let her arms fall on her side was because she needed to keep them crossed, so the other wouldn't see that her hands were trembling. What could she say? She already knew everything that the Avora was telling her. Syveris had heard all the stories, too, and she wasn't innocent to the point that there had been any love in the union between her parents. After all, she had been left by herself. But that was actually common amongst the Inarta, so it really wasn't what bothered her.

It was because the Avora had thrown in her face that she wasn't loved. Syveris had spent most of her Yasihood assuring to herself that her mother wasn't with her because she was a simple Dek, with no time to take care of a child. It made her hate the woman, in a way, because she hadn't tried hard enough to try and become of another caste, so she could take care of her daughter. To be told that it was simply because she wasn't loved... It made her feel dirty, somehow, as her birth hadn't held any importance to anyone.

The tears began to flow, and she was careful to keep her face hidden from Turrin's sight. She felt sad and ashamed of herself for being practically called a Dek in front of an Endal. To show Turrin she was actually crying because of a few words would only add to her embarrassment.

The Avora saw her tears, but somehow, he kept quiet about it, throwing a last insult to her before walking away. She eyed his back, angry and embarrassed, thinking if she should just go after him and hit the man until he was unconscious. She would probably be able to do it.

However, Turrin's angry voice brought her attention back to the half-Myrian, and she noticed he was still hanging. His words made her tense, wondering if it was her he was talking to, since she had been standing and glaring at the Avora for a good while. Syveris bit her lip, and chose to believe he was directing his words to the harness, otherwise she might just burst out into tears again. The Avora approached the Endal, and began to untie the rope from the harness. It took a whole chime before she managed to do so, and the whole time she refused to look at Turrin's face. She was ashamed of the man's words, and afraid that Turrin thought the same.

Finally, she managed to loose the rope, allowing Turrin's foot to finally touch the ground. Looking at some point in the wall of the Edge, so she wouldn't need to look at the Endal, she whispered. "I'm really sorry about that. We should go to the Infirmary, to see if your back is fine."

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[Turrin]

Turrin locked eyes with the bitter Avora when he told him that he could keep the harness. The Endal didn't want or need the charity from a man who verbally ground down Syveris who was kind enough to give him a climbing lesson. Turrin responded with a low growl as the man walked away, “I will remember your face, Avora. I am not done with you...” The Avora didn't even stop as he walked away from the Edge of the World. When Syveris walked over to help him, he noticed that he face was wet. Was she crying? What should I say to her? Turrin stayed silent as she helped him get out of the harness, but the whole time, Syveris avoided his eyes Even when she suggested to him that they should head to the Infirmary to treat his wounds. Turrin untied the harness from the rope, and said with a shake of his head, “You have nothing to be sorry for Syveris that Avora dung-licker was just lucky that I was tied up...” Finally getting the knot undone, Turrin walked over, laid a hand on her shoulder, and said gently, “I know that I just met you a bell ago, so my words might not mean much to you, but you shouldn't let the words of a ignorant bastard bring you down.” Turrin paused for a moment trying to think of something to say, “Syveris, you could have easily told me that you were busy when you were climbing, and I would have walked away. However, you were kind enough to help me out, and that act of kindness speaks volumes about your character, so I am glad that I got to the opportunity to get to know you better...” Looking at the Avora's harness, Turrin gave her a impish grin and said with a smile, “I don't that think I will accept a gift from bastard like him. What should I do with it, Syveris? I have a idea!” Turrin took the harness in his right and ran three feet from the edge of cliff and hurled the harness as hard as he could off the side of the cliff. Turrin watched the leather harness soared for a little bit before dropping to the ground below. Satisfied about at the distance, the Endal turned around and said to Syveris with a smile, “You know that felt really good. I just wish that I had the chance to throw him off the cliff with the harness.” Turrin realized that throwing the harness made him feel better, but in the end, it didn't do any favors for his injured back. He just hoped that he could crack a smile out of the sad faced Avora. Walking next to her, Turrin looked at her and said with a smirk, “When I am finished being patched up by the healers, would you still interested in a wind eagle ride on Aponivi?”

[Syveris]

Turrin noticed something was wrong. Syveris sighed. Of course he had noticed, he wasn't an idiot. The Endal tried to comfort her, and she was really grateful for it, even though she couldn't see why helping the other climb would make her a nice person. She wasn't really nice, was she? Turrin knew nothing about her, so how could he be so sure?

Syveris bit her lip, diverting her focus from these thoughts. She didn't want to start thinking ill of Turrin, specially since the Endal had been so nice to her, even after everything the Avora had said. Shaking her head, she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

"It was really nothing. Don't worry about it." Syveris wasn't really sure if she was speaking about the help she had offered or about the annoying Avora. Well, maybe it was both. It wasn't important. At least she had managed to keep her voice firm. "I'll be fine, but thanks."

The Avora couldn't help but laugh a bit when she saw Turrin run to the edge of the cliff and throw the harness away. The Endal's comment, when he came back, made her chuckle again, her mood improving a bit. Yes, the idea of throwing the man together with the harness was very appealing.

"Well, I can't say the idea isn't wonderful." she smiled. Too bad they couldn't actually do it. Syveris was still a little ashamed of everything, but at least she wasn't as sad anymore. She tried to tell herself that her mother's approval was completely unimportant. What mattered was the now, didn't she always thought that? With a sigh, she began to walk besides the Endal towards the Infirmary. She hoped his back wasn't too hurt that he would have trouble working. Syveris sent a look at it. It was pretty bloody, but the cuts didn't seem to be too deep. She couldn't know, though. She wasn't a healer, after all. "Hmm... I'm sorry about your back... I should have asked someone else to teach you." she whispered, feeling guilty again. The Avora couldn't help but think she should have instructed the other better.

When Turrin asked her if she would still want to go on a ride, she looked at him, a little surprised. After a while, she smiled, happy the offer was still there, even after everything. She nodded. "I... I would love to. Thank you very much, Turrin. You're very nice." Syveris smiled at the Endal. "But only if your injury isn't too bad. I don't want to make things worse."

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