"Then it is good you have warned me now, e're I find her soon. Or she finds me." Ysayle doesn't know how she feels about someone who knows her, who has seen her like the Warrior of Light has, yet be a complete unknown. Her emotions register on her face for a brief moment before settling once more into a wall of unreadable ice.

It is strange to see him here, like this, stripped of armor and lance. But if Estinien can find a way to belong, Ysayle sees no reason why she cannot do likewise. Although it takes her far longer to see to it that her pokemon is returned to his ball, only to hand it over willingly. "If thou has not found a way to return to Eorzia, then doubtless I will have the same time in which to do likewise." It isn't a challenge. It sort of is a challenge, but it is one of her own making in the absence of his sharp edges to test herself against.

"There were those on the road here who took my presence as an invitation to spar. Is that common, here?"