[Ysayle lingers on the proverbial olive branch he offers her. Not once, now. But twice. When she digs beneath the surface of herself, she is quite aware that beneath the ideal of peace and unity, she has longed for companionship, sentenced to a very specific kind of solitude as a result of her experiences and her actions.

Travelling with all of them, at its very core, does not sound horrendous. Yet long has it been that she has taken in the extended companionship of others aside from her followers and the Dravanians, for though she spent no shortage of time in the companionship of the Warrior of Light, Estinien, and little Alphinaud, the comparison is unfair, at best.

She looks... conflicted. Perhaps as she ever has, never fully expressing her concerns, but wearing them plainly.]

I am not familiar with either. It is not the Warrior of Light of which I recall. [But she understands that they have likely experienced something very similar. She will need to not discount those experiences simply because they were not with this very specific version of herself.] It seems unwise to speak on the behalf of the others. If you are certain... mayhap I will travel with you all for but a time.

[As inconspicuously as she can muster, that is.]