[Młynar frowns. She’s like this to the end, is she? He had shown her kindness, yet she had just returned it with… something he couldn’t place. Could it be pride? Arrogance? Or perhaps resignation. He isn’t sure, and he’s not about to be her psychologist.]

Do you plan on giving me reasons to feel otherwise? If not, I’m not concerned.

[With the gift given, the thin blade whips back into its sheath with a quick flourish, and the knight turns towards the way he had come. He had done everything he could. Whether she thrives in Aldrip or perishes in the cave would be up to Galaxia.]

If you need more of those stones, I have a small hut north of here. I'll be curious to see how you fare.