☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Aiyana first looked at the cigars, then back at the blacksmith: "No, that's definitely not for me. A woman shouldn't smell of tobacco, even expensive tobacco." "Hmm, I see. Then, I think I'll come back to you later today, but first I need to think a little. I wouldn't want to waste your time on some nonsense," she said, pausing for a few seconds before adding, "I also wanted to say 'thank you' for everything you've done. And I don't just mean the weapons, but your very presence. No matter how tough and chaotic the situation becomes, you're always here, in good spirits, like an anchor of constancy in a sea of problems. You've chosen a good location for such a metaphor. I'm sure you saved Bors-san from despair during his dark period. Although, probably both of them..." A slightly weary expression appeared on her face. "But I suppose you're not very interested in having such non-testosterone-fueled conversations, so I'll just add that I'm immensely glad you weren't harmed in this catastrophe. Yes. I think we can leave it at that." "So, is that all?" Sonate asked.