“I have met very few nobles” Willoughby goes on, her voice taking a slight solemn tone “the ones I have met are... sad” she does not pose this as a question though. She knows in her heart that is how they display themselves. “it must be suffocating to need to act a certain way, and behave a certain way. Just to please others.”
Once again, she does not prod at him. The maiden considers it a victory he said anything remotely opinionated. The man seems the type to seclude himself. Be around none but himself. She could be quite wrong though. He could be just shy. She gives a little shake as if shaking away the bad thoughts, pleased when Galileo approaches. He wants to escort her, but she strangely just wants to make sure he's okay.
Ah, the worrying types never end.
“How kind of you” she grins, amusement lighting up her blue eyes “I'll make you regret such an offer though. I'm told I like to wander off and chat to anything across my path.” Rocks, birds, flowers... Anything. Still, he falls in step with her. Willoughby titters quietly, half amused, and leads him on slowly. She is mindful of the wall having held him up.
So she keeps a slow pace. “I think my favorite part of the desert is the oasis” she muses after a beat of silence “yes, I think that is my favorite part of Solterra. Have you been here long, Galileo?”
“speech”
