Sun Mote Copse my heart is open

She quirked a brow at his point blank, "Why?" There was a patient, good-natured look on her face as she opened her mouth to explain, only for Eljay to completely bombard her. The Sovereign's mouth clapped shut as he hashed through the offer aloud, an expression of gentle bemusement settling on her face as she waited for him to finish. Even when he lapsed into silence, she waited a bit longer, just to make sure he was really done.

"Just keep doing what you're doing, Eljay, and don't over-think it," Wildfire said, trying to keep it simple, though she did decide to double back and elaborate, "Keep working your trades—you'll have plenty of opportunities for that—and that's really all that matters. And no," she tacked on there, "I'm not afraid about what others might think, though I really doubt they'll think that, for the record."

She paused there, tail swaying, and repeated her earlier words. "There's no pressure to accept. I wanted to offer it to you because I think you're worthy of it. But like I said, if you'd rather stay a Tradesman, that's perfectly fine too."