*Hearing the rumors from the Surge, she sighs sadly. She taps the patron speaking on the shoulder to get his attention.*
"gent, he'll not stay that way. i'vn't lost faith in him, an i've seen the forces beginin to organize ta fetch him, or what's left of 'em."
*she turns away, her expression still saddened thinking of the recient events in Hlint, of her too few words with Master Sin, and hoping that those that she witnessed begining the organization know her thoughts are with them.*
*she whispers* "hold on, gent, yer companions ride soon. jest hope it's soon enough."