Little Bee.

The nickname hangs in the air between them as she chuckles, walking with Galileo to the exit. "I should think not" the bard says with a gentle grin "too many people have exited my life already." Which was true. Her parents, her teacher... Everyone she had briefly met in and outside of Novus. As much as she wants to lean into him as they walk, she pulls away purposefully. They aren't that good of friends to display affection so openly...

"Safe travels, Galileo" she utters to the man as they part each other's company again "next time I'll think of a nickname for you..." she vows before trotting off. She glances over her shoulder once to make sure he is leaving, her heart aching without a proper reason. A leader, he said. The thought was wonderful and scary. What right did she have to lead anyone in Novus? She was an outsider, not borne of the land. No gods looked upon her.

And yet; Galileo presented an opportunity she had never considered. 

"Speaking."