"No," She hissed, "I don't want to be taken by the church." Medina shook her head, frowning at him. That was a frightening prospect. The church. They'd find out she was a mage. Find out about Hope. Medina paled at the idea, looking away briefly. The rush of wind made her wince, eyes closing briefly before she made eyecontact again.
It was easier to have a heated conversation when there was eye contact, something, she noticed, Calent avoided.
"I'm not arguing leaving. I want to know why. I want to ..." Medina sighed, looking away, she didn't want to be here. She didn't want her child growing up here. She didn't want to... "Just... I don't even know anymore," She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "I guess I just wanted to make you feel something - even anger," Medina admitted, voice going quiet, looking out towards the storm. Her hands fell and she looked down at them for a moment before meeting his eyes. "I was quite enamored with the angry stranger I met," she admitted, "I was ... Very disappointed when I found out who you were. I'd never get to know you. Never get to... Explore whatever could have happened between us - because as much as you want to pretend there was nothing, you would be lying." Medina tried to smile, chin still high, " You're right though. There's no place for me here and there never will be."
A deep breath and she blew it out slowly, "I'll die before I let you give Hope to the church though and I'd take you and him with me." Her words were steely and she rose her chin, an almost challenging look. A dead child was better than him in their hands.