It seemed she gave a sigh of relief to hear his duties were as one would suspect. Considering what she had been through on the darker side of the church.... she had very good reasons to be wary of those who bear it's crest. But Mercuxio was different, and well.... there had been a time when the two had been very close. And what faith she had in him was not lost, even if her faith was slipping away from her and her belief's in Angsar.
But she was a strong woman, through and through, and was not about to let those with a darker intent get the better of her. As far as she had seen it, she had won- she was free, and she'd remain so as long as she could. And she couldn't let herself hold onto ties here, even if she so desperately wanted to. Claiming those feelings... those memories...
They might be the antidote to making her break.
Life had just been too cruel.
Yes...
It would only make sense to start over again.
It was then Attalia blinked and came back to her senses, and found herself laughing through closed lips as she lowered her gaze.
"Forgive me... my mind wandered. But you?" She tilted her head and smirked. "I can only suspect you'd be doing the best at what ever Angsar called you for." And she stared at him curiously before lifting her cup of tea.
"What sort of rank do you hold?" she asked, taking a sip.