Istril watched as the woman before her cringed, withdrawing into her mind as she mulled over all of the things she had been told. Though Nasilia suspected such, Istril was not an emotionless monster that feasted on the misery of others, basking in their sorrow. She herself bore the emotions that marked them both as sentient beings, she was just slightly superior in her abilities to suppress them, in her ability to let logic guide her. She watched as the woman walked away, exiting the courtyard nestled in the alley that they found themselves in. The words met her ears, but she didn't respond until the last moment, speaking just as Nasilia was about to leave her sight.
"You say you are going home, and you suggest you make this decision logically, but I know that emotion weighs in on it!" her voice raised to a shout, just in case Nasilia couldn't hear her as she scurried away. Quickly, wasting no time, Istril climbed to her feet, cracking her knuckles as she moved ever so slightly to see if the Symenestra was still there. A part of her wanted to feel sorry for the gangly woman, but the logic that was bred into her would not allow pity to be wasted on someone who did not deserve it. She had resisted the lessons that she had attempted to impart on her, and for that, her continued ignorance was her own punishment. Silently, Istril bent over and scooped her waterskin, slinging it over her shoulder. She had attempted to impart logic and reason onto the woman, but she would have none of it.
You couldn't blame her for trying.
