A stitch away from making it

It was impossible to keep the grin off her face as she laughed lightly at his comment about never getting tired of her. She genuinely hoped that was true. She was always happiest when she was spending time with Artorias and she'd be really disappointed with that feeling ever went away. She didn't really understand it, but right now she was just happy to have anything that made things seem better and Artorias made everything not feel so suffocating. He brought a lot of brightness to her day and she was so incredibly grateful for that.

His quip about this room not being fit for a princess made her shoot him a playful glare in return. At one point she had really embodied that title and all the ego that had gone with it, but lately she had come to see how silly that was. She was still proud of her heritage and her family and the prestige that brought, but she wasn't as boastful about it any more - partially because of Artorias' teasing putting things into perspective. Maybe he was a good influence after all.

The idea of her having a room here in the castle surprised her, especially since they had these guest rooms already set up, but she had to admit that she kind of liked the idea. If she was going to be visiting more and more then it made sense that she'd have her own room if they could spare it - which she was pretty sure they could considering how big the castle was. Then she wouldn't constantly be taking one of their guest rooms with her visits and she could have somewhere to store things if there was anything she didn't want to haul back to the Armada right away.

However, before she could question the idea more, he said something about the influence he had and her ears perked, her head tilting slightly to the side with curiosity. "The extent of your influence? What does that mean?"

"Briar" | "Marigold"