Yona Hisamori had used up plenty of her magical reserves to heal herself and then made offers to heal Kyran as well. They had just gone through a hell of a fight and one intense experience. Kyran had saved her from being exploded to death, though she could have saved herself. Then they had an oddly playful then oddly nasty exchange of words. Finally, nearly losing the client and facing a horde of poison-breathing skeletons had put them both into a situation where Yona had protected Kyran, though of course he could taken care of himself. The thing was, as much as she could recall, it did not much look like he planned to do so. She saved his life perhaps not only from the skeletons, but perhaps from himself. She didn't dwell too much on it, regarding him with a wary eye from where she leaned upon the railing.
Yona loved sailing and taking the boat home, the long journey placing them back on Divide Island in the middle of the night, was a fair way to clear one's head. She looked over at him and considered his words: from almost friends, to partners, to something akin to disdain, Yona was still drastically puzzled by his behavior. Weirdly enough, knowing that he had a demon inside him named Ahriman, a monstrous wolf creature with great strength, made it somewhat easier to handle his rejection of her. She wondered about what she had seen in silence: did Ahriman and Kyran share his body equally? Was Ahriman evil? Would he have harmed Yona? For that matter, when she thought of the time when Kyran had grown wings and protected her from the booby-trapped mine field of a hallway, the green haired woman bit her lip. Did he have more than one demon inside of him? It sounded complicated and she felt sympathy to an extent. At least her body was her's and her's alone.
When Yona replayed the night's events, rubbing her arms in the chilly night air, her emerald eyes turned towards the dark sea. He had teased her in exchange for cutting her down, asking for a favor and telling her to call him Key. And then she had teased him back, making mention of his wings and horns. Now that she thought about it in this light, that was probably what set him off. Not that she knew why or how, Yona had only known that Kyran could change shape. She assumed it was his magic ability. Yona never would have guessed that she would have touched on such a complicated issue. Demons and body sharing was awfully personal, and had she known of course the young woman would not have commented. But come on, Yona thought, everyone's magic was different! How was she to know!?
Yona glanced over at him again and sighed. He just had to forgive her. She didn't know why she was trying so hard. Maybe it was because she never had gotten close to people and the experience of near death made her not want to lose a guy who obviously had her back. Yona liked a few other guild members as well, especially Johann despite his beating, but Kyran wasn't her teacher. Kyran was more like an equal. Yona decided to try to extend the olive branch and break the silence, the dock of Divide Island clearly in sight now. "Hey, Key," She said, testing his nickname out on her lips, gauging his response, "Want to grab something with me? Like food or drinks or something.. I mean.. yes. Shall we?" Wow, that came out weird.
Yona loved sailing and taking the boat home, the long journey placing them back on Divide Island in the middle of the night, was a fair way to clear one's head. She looked over at him and considered his words: from almost friends, to partners, to something akin to disdain, Yona was still drastically puzzled by his behavior. Weirdly enough, knowing that he had a demon inside him named Ahriman, a monstrous wolf creature with great strength, made it somewhat easier to handle his rejection of her. She wondered about what she had seen in silence: did Ahriman and Kyran share his body equally? Was Ahriman evil? Would he have harmed Yona? For that matter, when she thought of the time when Kyran had grown wings and protected her from the booby-trapped mine field of a hallway, the green haired woman bit her lip. Did he have more than one demon inside of him? It sounded complicated and she felt sympathy to an extent. At least her body was her's and her's alone.
When Yona replayed the night's events, rubbing her arms in the chilly night air, her emerald eyes turned towards the dark sea. He had teased her in exchange for cutting her down, asking for a favor and telling her to call him Key. And then she had teased him back, making mention of his wings and horns. Now that she thought about it in this light, that was probably what set him off. Not that she knew why or how, Yona had only known that Kyran could change shape. She assumed it was his magic ability. Yona never would have guessed that she would have touched on such a complicated issue. Demons and body sharing was awfully personal, and had she known of course the young woman would not have commented. But come on, Yona thought, everyone's magic was different! How was she to know!?
Yona glanced over at him again and sighed. He just had to forgive her. She didn't know why she was trying so hard. Maybe it was because she never had gotten close to people and the experience of near death made her not want to lose a guy who obviously had her back. Yona liked a few other guild members as well, especially Johann despite his beating, but Kyran wasn't her teacher. Kyran was more like an equal. Yona decided to try to extend the olive branch and break the silence, the dock of Divide Island clearly in sight now. "Hey, Key," She said, testing his nickname out on her lips, gauging his response, "Want to grab something with me? Like food or drinks or something.. I mean.. yes. Shall we?" Wow, that came out weird.