“It doesn’t matter either way.” She replied with a bit of hostility as he stepped towards her. In the past that was usually not a good thing, but he wouldn’t dare attack her here and now, would he? Besides, she knew he’d assume she was anyways, he always seemed to know. No, it wasn’t seemed, it was because he had the force that he knew these things.
“Still picking pockets?” Cienna tilted her head a little, seeming to relax a tiny bit though not dare letting her guard down. She saw the scar across the side of his face- one she had given him when they were kids, one of her proudest moments despite the consequences she had faced. Not to mention all the scars he had given her when they had fought “Wouldn’t surprise me if you were, you were better at that than our parents ever could have dreamed of.” The hostility returned a bit with mentioning their parents. As much as she didn’t enjoy seeing them be killed she was glad they were gone. Because of that she was free of their terror, as Tyr had been when he left.
“Mmm supplies, nothing worth enough for you to sell.” Cienna felt herself falling into the old habits, defending herself and the things she had gotten lest he take them and claim that he had found them. “But if you had a job you wouldn’t need to anyways, huh?”
“of course it matters, paints a target on your back, c,” he replied, watching her movements. he could sense she was worried. not that he was going to do anything, she was hardly worth his time to attack, nor was he looking to be arrested tonight.
tyr snorted at her comment, shaking his head, glancing away for a moment. she had always been jealous-- acted like their parents had treated him truly any differently than her. no, his abilities had only made them push him harder-- created... more consequences when he failed. but he got to leave-- he knew his sister wasn’t so lucky. “moved up in the world enough to avoid that,” he retorted, turning to face her, body language still relaxed in comparison to her own, “though, i’m surprised you’re working for something noble-- well, if you can call your cause noble.”
eyes flicked back to the supplies, eyes rolling, “ah, yes. because i came here to take your junk,” he laughed a bit, “just asking a question, no need to be so hostile.”