Cerulean Cape lullabies of the lost

Wiser, indeed. She knew the selfishness of her own travels, and that there was a risk in leaving the mountain at all; it may not be the same place when she returned. There was always that risk, though, even if she only left for a while.

As he spoke onto his reasons, she tilted her head and cupped her ears, trying not to appear too interested in this reason as it took shape. And, she couldn't help but appreciate his mention of the bears with a soft chuff and accompanying smirk. "A little practice? Perhaps I could help," she lowered her head and shifted her stance slowly, subtly, into something more prepared. "Although I may not quite compare to a bear," she smirked, envisioning the move-set a bear might bring to a fight. She may not have had much practice as of late, as she was favoring other interests at the moment, but a warrior was very much a part of who she was; turning away this opportunity would be unwise for her as well.