"W-well... a dinner would be nice..." Rachel muttered, but then hitched a breath as she realized the implications of her words a tad bit too late, "A-ah, I... I mean, a dinner is... good b-because w-well, you h-helped me a lot... I mean, you d-did ask me to do i-it, I mean, uh... you are a Knight s-so... uh..." Well, she was making a fool of herself, what she wanted to really explain was that since he was a Knight, Rachel felt like his request should be followed like an order, but scratch that, she couldn't even speak straight. Truth to be told, Rachel was an easily-panicked and worry-art person, it was by Priskil's blessing that she managed to keep a strong firm outlook most of the time, but well... her encounter with Markus was no ordinary event and with lots of factors combined, even Priskil's light couldn't save her this time.
"S-so... uh..." It looked like he took her words differently, she meant for him to escort her to the Soothing Waters, not him bathing with her, but it was too late... Rachel simply let his hand held her right side of waist, it was very much appreciated, her bruises was worst that she had thought, she could walk on her own... if not for the longsword and backpack weighing her down, putting more strain to her aching feet, so out of necessity, she let him keep his hand there, not that she actually minded, Rachel was just too ignorant to romantic relationships, being a rather workaholic instructor aiming to be a Knight someday, a special person - other than Priskil and her brother - wasn't considered yet, especially the notion of a lover. Though... it might change soon, depending on things went.
"Well, why wouldn't I?" The blond gave a chuckle, her gnosis prickled to ease down her worries, finally, thank Priskil, "My brother is a tough man, but not me though... if I am, I won't be leaning on you like this just after two rounds of spar, Ser." Rachel jested as they arrived in Syliras, passed the main gates, the Knights guards didn't give them a second glance after sensing the mark of Sylir on Markus for obvious reasons. "I... I'm... honored..." Rachel didn't know what to say, she was not a young woman, not really... most women were married at their teens, it was the norm in such an age and civilization where survival of the human race was on a thin balance. For him to praise her like that, it fluttered a switch in her heart.
Finally, they arrived at the Soothing Waters and Rachel worked to separate herself from him, "Well, we are here, thank you, Ser Markus... I shall be going no- Aaaah!" Not two steps on her own, Rachel's wounds got to her as she lost her balance then fell backwards, into Markus' embrace again, looks like she wouldn't be going anywhere without his help now, "W-well... this is embarrassing, perhaps... I do need your help until I'm properly healed after all... I am very sorry, Ser."
"S-so... uh..." It looked like he took her words differently, she meant for him to escort her to the Soothing Waters, not him bathing with her, but it was too late... Rachel simply let his hand held her right side of waist, it was very much appreciated, her bruises was worst that she had thought, she could walk on her own... if not for the longsword and backpack weighing her down, putting more strain to her aching feet, so out of necessity, she let him keep his hand there, not that she actually minded, Rachel was just too ignorant to romantic relationships, being a rather workaholic instructor aiming to be a Knight someday, a special person - other than Priskil and her brother - wasn't considered yet, especially the notion of a lover. Though... it might change soon, depending on things went.
"Well, why wouldn't I?" The blond gave a chuckle, her gnosis prickled to ease down her worries, finally, thank Priskil, "My brother is a tough man, but not me though... if I am, I won't be leaning on you like this just after two rounds of spar, Ser." Rachel jested as they arrived in Syliras, passed the main gates, the Knights guards didn't give them a second glance after sensing the mark of Sylir on Markus for obvious reasons. "I... I'm... honored..." Rachel didn't know what to say, she was not a young woman, not really... most women were married at their teens, it was the norm in such an age and civilization where survival of the human race was on a thin balance. For him to praise her like that, it fluttered a switch in her heart.
Finally, they arrived at the Soothing Waters and Rachel worked to separate herself from him, "Well, we are here, thank you, Ser Markus... I shall be going no- Aaaah!" Not two steps on her own, Rachel's wounds got to her as she lost her balance then fell backwards, into Markus' embrace again, looks like she wouldn't be going anywhere without his help now, "W-well... this is embarrassing, perhaps... I do need your help until I'm properly healed after all... I am very sorry, Ser."
The shenanigans shall continue in another thread. 
